last night started out shaky, i was kind of hurt and kind of thinking, "of course, how typical." but it ended perfectly. hes one of the few things that will make me happy anymore.
i see stories on the news of soldiers wishing they could be home for the holidays and soldiers that can be home for the holidays and it grips at my throat because i'm holding back tears
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it's gotten to the point where i'm sick of everything. sick of school, sick of my house, sick of drama, sick of the repetitive life i'm living. i've been molded into a person i'm not sure i like.
i feel like i've been here before. and it may prove to be a problem.