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Probably not, but I'm dealing.
The new man is moving in, I think. I'm not sure when, but I'm hardly excited. How do things change so fast? Things were decent this entire year. It was actually good...then, Matt died and my parents split. I mean, the only thing good that has happened is that I'm starting to appreciate those who are around me. I try harder to show Jeremy how much I love him, I try to spend more time with my friends.
Oh, and as for friends? I definitely see who my true friends are. I see the ones that have been here for me, and those who have not been.
The other day I started thinking bout how I'm going to have to buy pots, pans, dishes, all that jazz when I move out. I'm actually excited. I told my mom--she didn't even seem to really care that much. In 6 months I should be out there, on my own. As scary as that is, I think I'm finally ready.
( When I first started writing this, I swear my intentions were well )
- Mood:
calm - Music:I Wrote This Song Making April
