Writing seems to be the only thing not foreign to me, lately. Today I woke up with a different kind of facial expression. I woke up feeling rejuevnated, tired, but ready all the same. I went to all of my classes, and I read all of my books. I existed more than just a homeless looking girl sitting behind a computer. Seemed like more than someone who forgot the last time she showered or wears bracelets that smell like crisco.
I understand now that they care. That it hurts so much, because they care so much. That it's hard for me to understand that people care, when they're not with me. I'm so used to people leaving me that I just have a hard time believing they're there when I physically can't hold them or see their face.
Things will be fine. We all fall into dark places for a reason, and I just hope this weekend is good. Lexie's train comes in around 9ish and I hope this weekend is filled with ridiculousness that is good for both of our souls. That it won't be disheveled and we'll be able to longboard on top of the parking garage, and throw tortilla's off the roof like last time. Blare Ben Rector and Trevor Hall while looking at the night sky. I hope for that kind of weekend. A weekend that can make me forget about this week, and only look towards good things; brighter things.
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