and how strange it is, to be nothing at all
i left school early today and called out of work again. i am bad. at least it was legitimate, so i dont really feel bad.
i got bored because ive just been sitting at my house all day, so i decided to start packing up my room. it seemed like a good idea at the time, because this hasnt felt like my room since i got back from looking at colleges in the fall. i thought that having a half-packed room would make me happy and excited for what's to come. instead however, im just sad now, and thinking about the things to come that im just not ready for yet. ive never been one for a clutterless, empty bookshelves room. it's so odd. i cant wait to be out of this house and on my own, but the selfish little girl in me wants to go go go! but have everyone else stay behind. i hate to be the one left behind. i feel like its always me. i miss dave already. i am 4.