Home for the weekend. Going back to school tomorrow night. Going home. I'm crazy.
I'm surviving, I like school and I love living in dorms. As much as I'd like to say I miss my friends from home it is not as true as I might think. New place, new friends, new era in my life. Weird. Constantine got taken away from me... I didn't say she was spoken for. Damn. I have this strange desire to rip off my skin and throw it at people. To swerve into oncoming traffic. To jump into the fire. To take a sharp corner at high speed and forget to turn the steering wheel. Would you believe me when I say I like my life and wouldn't trade it for anything? Although I still have the desire to beat certain people with a stick until I feel better about that. Funny how my holidays are now spent at the house I grew up in, but the rest of my life is not. Funny how life changes in the blink of an eye. Funny how the scars I don't regret people don't approve of and I don't get them anymore; while the scars I do not like or want are the ones I still tend to give myself, but people don't mind so much. They're easier to pass off as habit, partially because they are.
Look what you did... or have I done it to myself?
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WHAT? How did I not know you are going to school now? WTF?! Where are you? What are you studying? Etc? Ha ha, oh this is sad. I need updates.
teri, do you still have that cute little fluffy kitten i wanted?
No. She was the first one to go. My uncle and aunt have kittens though.
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