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hmm. well, i guess it was a good idea to email myself the layout code before i changed it on weedweb. still, i miss kakashi, but that can be changed soon enough. it'll be better, too. anyway, when i finally get a journal again i run out of things to say. the words i had in mind escaped me. i think im beginning to adjust here. i still miss home, and i hope i can go back, but there's literally no home for me to go to. my house is messed up and the condition seems to be beyond repair. i wished i was there to inspect, but when i heard about how horrible it was i was sort of glad to be at my aunt's. i was enjoying a five year old's skating party while my family was back home salvaging in that mess. i dont know why i feel this way, indifferent to reality. it doesnt impact me as much anymore. i wish i feel sad for it all, but for some reason i feel normal. i cried a lot when it first happened, but those tears are gone. maybe it was because i got to speak to some people, but it wasn't for a long time. i wish i made more of an effort to contact everyone. but i dont feel like talking. it reminds me of home and eventually there arent many words to say. i think im rambling, but who cares. it's my journal.
i hate that school i'm going to. it's a big change. it was my birthday and no one knew. i still have that six page paper to do. but it is right there next to uta. kind of like uno and franklin. but it's not the same. it's not walking distance! well, it is. i tried it once. it was fifteen minutes, actually, and that was just the library. i guess i should be grateful that i have access to a university library. i needed a pass to get to the school library and that was during lunch. and then i needed another pass for the bathroom. and it was still frickin lunch. they're offering group therapy. i don't know if i should go.
O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
i hate that school i'm going to. it's a big change. it was my birthday and no one knew. i still have that six page paper to do. but it is right there next to uta. kind of like uno and franklin. but it's not the same. it's not walking distance! well, it is. i tried it once. it was fifteen minutes, actually, and that was just the library. i guess i should be grateful that i have access to a university library. i needed a pass to get to the school library and that was during lunch. and then i needed another pass for the bathroom. and it was still frickin lunch. they're offering group therapy. i don't know if i should go.
O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.