Dec 05, 2005 21:35
I think I'm going to throw up all over your shoes.
Your nice ones.
The ones that you can hide pennies in.
So then you can't even spend them.
Okay, that's over.
Happy really late birthday, Jessi. Really. I'm sorry. And I'll have your present as soon as I can. =^^=
And everyone deserves to know. But you can't yet. Geez. My parents are starting to scare me. I think one day I'm going to die. Maybe I'm really not immortal. But it's kinda hard to picture me dying, isn't it? Geez . . .
But besides all that. I am as close as I think I need to be right now. And I feel I can really open up. Maybe me and the parents just need some counseling. That would help a lot.
But sometimes I really do wonder if things will ever be the same again.
I needed that talk and I needed it badly. I feel so much better now that I can just come out and cry after something like that. I feel so clean, I guess. I dunno. I can honestly say I do feel a bit empty, but that's only because I think I need someone to cry with me. Anyone feel like crying? It's appreciated if you're not sad or miserable about something, because that can really put a damper on my weird mood that I semi-like kinda hate.
And I do feel better, I guess. But . . . I have just one big thing I need to take care of. And it can alter the relationship with the people that have raised me to be who I am today.