new journal.

i feel really left out.
and like everyone has these memories I don't.
and I know they are my best friends, and they love me and everything,
but it just feels weird. and i want to be comfortable like they all are together.
the doorbell just rang.

im home. and nothings different. (except the color of our kitchen walls.)

then again, I haven't talked to anyone besides my sister and my mom, so I guess I'll give it a day to get weird. (do I WANT things to get weird?)

this may sound crazy, but I don't even remember how the cabinets feel when you open them.

tuesday night, we are all walking to go get something to eat or meet up with someone else, I don´t remember, and there was these French kids playing soccer in this plaza, so Danny and Pablo come running at them going ARGENTINA VS FRANCIA! so.. for two hours we played soccer with these drunk seventeen year olds from France.. Meghan sucks so I looked ( Read more... )

its weird, things get perfect two weeks before I have to leave.

its prom night at home.. am i supposed to wish I was there?

things here have changed a ton but I don´t know what to say.

i have no money in my bank account for the next two weeks, and I have a crush on someone who I really shouldn´t. sweet.

home in less than three weeks?

fdjghkjdfg. <3

another christmas ( Read more... )

so christmas break starts wednesday.. but it doesn´t feel anything like christmas break cause im not at home. i have an essay to write for one of my classes, but I don´t feel like it right now. and I´m going shopping later so I have to write it now.. ajkgdfjgd ( Read more... )

its like this stuff happens to good people, and you aren´t close enough to stop it from happening ( Read more... )

explain to me why mail takes 26839469 years.

im going crazy knowing theres letters and a postcard and a package somewhere but NOT HERE WITH ME. fuckkk.

<3