I’ve got a million things running through my head right now, and I can’t make myself put them down on a page.
Relationships (as always) are up and down for me; good one day, completely, irrationally ended the next.
The dog goes in turns; either pisssing me off, pissing on the carpet, or being really good.
It’s been forever since I’ve been able (as in, have internet) to write a post, and now that I have this oppourtunity (in Barnes and Noble), I have no idea what I should say, and what I shouldn’t.
I’ll be 21 in 4 days, and I can’t make myself face the reality of FINALLY being an adult. I haven’t ever felt grown-up; I feel like there’s just a little kid in a (slightly) larger costume, playing grown-up and fooling everyone. I’m fooling everyone, with this grown-up act, but deep down, I know that it’s going to fade, and I’ll be left with a soggy, run-down costume and nowhere to go.
It’s always doom and gloom when I write here, it seems. Because once I sit down and write (catharsis), all my fears flood to the surface.
I’ve got this secret (and I’m still hiding it), and it’s freaking me out.