i feel very lost here -- everything seems to be mucked up some way or another, & i am tired of being friendly. the weather is mad when the sky is dark grey & the sun is shining through.

my own room is a mess (due to the shifting), & so the parents' bed feels like heaven. on the contrary, empty. i miss the parents, a lot; & i know i have been saying this once too often. it is like a chanting mantra right now; on repeat for whoev who calls every few minutes, everyday. i really miss them, really. there were times that i caught myself staring at the pattern on my curtains for about five minutes, & had the Gossip Girl on pause.

okay, that about sums it up. i should stop being on the computer & live. live dammit, live! live free & streak through the fields with the Chuck Bass in mind.