It's when the time slows that it hurts the most...
You know, Katelyn and I have always wondered if anything were to happen to one of us such as a serious injury, a coma, or death who all would care, if anyone. Who would come visit us, send flowers, or not be able to eat.
I’ve been really sad these past few days. I don’t know why... maybe it’s the weather or the fact that my parents won’t stop fighting, who knows? Clint could tell something was wrong tonight when I was talking to him on the phone, he always can. But how am I supposed to tell him what’s wrong if I don’t even know? After I got off the phone with him I just started crying, I don’t know why. God, I miss him so incredibly much. And the fact that Kate and Olivia are in NC till tomorrow sometime isn’t making things better.
I’m so tired, but I’ve already tried going to sleep, its just not working out for me tonight.
But, tomorrow (today) whatever the hell you wanna call it, my dad has this big party here which means I have to put on my happy face and act like a perfect child. Woot, fun.
Well, pooey on this weekend.
20 days, GAH! I can’t wait.