uneasy
my insides are all turned up at the prospect of my life ahead of me.
i had a shot of reality this weekend, and i didn’t want it. i wanted to close it back up in the box in which i’ve kept it so carefully locked, and place it back under the bed for another 19 years.
i am a real person who will be doing real things in a real world. someone or something is about to burst my bubble.
i’d rather pop it myself.
but really, when does life ever allow us that much predictability?
Just wait until December seventeenth! 17th! The day after thursday, but before saturday, four days after monday (or three behind). You’ll be leaving on a jet plane, unfortunately you know when you’ll be coming back again, but you will get that break 🙂 You’ll be going to PDX, the city of roses, with many bridges, and you will be able to relax 🙂 18 Days :):):):):):):) 12 until school is over!
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i hate those reality shots. life is crazy, but things always work out one way or another. <3
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reality’s scary, but we’ll ease into it. itll be okay.
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