Lemon Tree

Feb 01, 2006 20:02

Trying to sleep in a house alone gives me one of the worst feelings ever. I'm glad that there is no more of that for a while. I love to be alone, I just don't like going to sleep with no one there.

I got to stay at Nick's house all weekend until Monday. Warm fuzzy feelings.

My hair will be changing sometime soon. Purmmm. It was my plan to do it the past week, but with my mom not being here made that fall through. I'm glad she is feeling better. It wont last, but for now it's good. It's good to be good.

I think I enjoy the added on reasonably I've been given, or I just don't mind it. I love to bake, and the cleaning isn't bad. It gives me a headache to think of how spoiled I've been. I know I am a reasonably descent person, friend, daughter, but I've never had to be completely accountable for almost anything.

I feel less and less like a child. I'm getting so I'm not as silly. I have dreams about things I have to do daily instead of anything absurd. I miss having crazy dreams. My imagination is... far from what it should be. I'm not who I was before. I miss miss the flood stage, but the change might be greater than what was.

The expression c'est la vie is harsh.
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