I leave tomorrow. We're taken to the airport tonight, and I leave tomorrow morning.

I can't wait to jump into the arms of my family at the airport.

But I don't want to say goodbye.

:/

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It's amazing to me sometimes how rootless I am. As if the night my mother kicked me out, all my ties to home just disintegrated. Yeah, I say I want to go "home". But what is home, really? A place where you belong? A place where you're loved? A place you feel comfortable returning to? Well, I guess one out of three ain't bad ( Read more... )

I cannot wait to go home. I have seventeen more days. And then I can sleep in my own bed, I can eat good food, I can see my grandparents, my sister, my brother, my boyfriend. I can have Christmas. I can get shit ready, I can go to IU. I can be near Andrew a lot more and hopefully work things out with him so we can stay together ( Read more... )

HEY YOU.

YEAH I'M TALKIN' TO YOU.

Your postcards went out today. I finally got stamps. :3

So to what extent do I tolerate my boyfriend's "sense of humor ( Read more... )

Obama won. I'm excited for America. And happy to be American, for once in my life. : )

So.  I had a dream last night, a very vivid dream, that Andrew and I broke up because he was interested in somebody else.  Why?  "She's not as sweet as you".  Very strange, I know.  And yes, I remember every word.

I woke up not as upset about the idea of it as I could've been.  Or maybe should've been.

Uh oh.

So.

I rock.

And so does my tattoo.  :D


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