BOred on Sunday
Hey Yall its sunday night, and im about to go to bed.. but i decided to do this real fast before i forgot. Well my weekend was relatively uneventful.
But there were some high points. I talked to Jenny, Steven and Dawn this weekend. God i miss you guys. It felt really good to talk to them, and just hear their voices. But i was really in a funk this weekend because i got really depressed. talking to everyone made me really happy because i love and miss them so much. But they made me start thinking about home, and the memories came flooding back. This weekend is homecoming weekend in Jacksonville, for ed white... it was always a big event, and it was always the time of the year that was the happiest for me. I love autumn and everything that comes along with it. When i called dawn she told me that she was getting ready for her first homecoming dance, i almost started crying because it was something that i had seriously wanted to be there for. Then she told me that her mom was fixing her hair just like she had done mine the year before, and that made me cry even more. I can still remember everything about that night last year. Everything, down to the smallest detail, the GOOD and the BAD because there was a little of both that night. But im not there anymore. and thats really hard for me to accept, because this isnt where i belong. I belong in jacksonville, my home, with the people i love so much. I'm the one who is supposed to be there to share these special events with my friends, and i cant be. But it's ok, because i am bound and determined to come home as soon as i can escape this hillbilly prison ive been trapped in. Well anyways after i called dawn, i called Steven. You know what really amazes me, after everything that happened, i can still talk to him about anything. (yes gordo i know you reading this, thats the point) It was just like old times. I am so happy that my friends havent forgotten me. It has whats kept me going all these lonely months. Really its whats kept me alive. I have considered killing myself a few times, and what stops me is the thought of what it would do to all my friends. Especially those people who made my sophomore year so special. I cant wait to come home for christmas.... hey i'll finally be sixteen yall. you guyz better throw me one of those parties that we are so fond of (wink wink) lol
well i'm tired, so im gonna go to bed, but if anyone wants to know how im feeling, they need to listen to the song "welcome to my life" by simple plan. they sum it up so well.
Love always
*`Nikki*`
P.S at Gordo's request i have begun writing my book again, and he should be getting an email with what he asked for shortly
But there were some high points. I talked to Jenny, Steven and Dawn this weekend. God i miss you guys. It felt really good to talk to them, and just hear their voices. But i was really in a funk this weekend because i got really depressed. talking to everyone made me really happy because i love and miss them so much. But they made me start thinking about home, and the memories came flooding back. This weekend is homecoming weekend in Jacksonville, for ed white... it was always a big event, and it was always the time of the year that was the happiest for me. I love autumn and everything that comes along with it. When i called dawn she told me that she was getting ready for her first homecoming dance, i almost started crying because it was something that i had seriously wanted to be there for. Then she told me that her mom was fixing her hair just like she had done mine the year before, and that made me cry even more. I can still remember everything about that night last year. Everything, down to the smallest detail, the GOOD and the BAD because there was a little of both that night. But im not there anymore. and thats really hard for me to accept, because this isnt where i belong. I belong in jacksonville, my home, with the people i love so much. I'm the one who is supposed to be there to share these special events with my friends, and i cant be. But it's ok, because i am bound and determined to come home as soon as i can escape this hillbilly prison ive been trapped in. Well anyways after i called dawn, i called Steven. You know what really amazes me, after everything that happened, i can still talk to him about anything. (yes gordo i know you reading this, thats the point) It was just like old times. I am so happy that my friends havent forgotten me. It has whats kept me going all these lonely months. Really its whats kept me alive. I have considered killing myself a few times, and what stops me is the thought of what it would do to all my friends. Especially those people who made my sophomore year so special. I cant wait to come home for christmas.... hey i'll finally be sixteen yall. you guyz better throw me one of those parties that we are so fond of (wink wink) lol
well i'm tired, so im gonna go to bed, but if anyone wants to know how im feeling, they need to listen to the song "welcome to my life" by simple plan. they sum it up so well.
Love always
*`Nikki*`
P.S at Gordo's request i have begun writing my book again, and he should be getting an email with what he asked for shortly