Entry: So goodnight, goodnight... Tuesday, September 13, 2005



Sigh. And another one bites the dust.

Remember when we all used to have blogs on blogdrive? And we'd update all the time, and we'd all be so happy and random?
Remember turnips and lemons? Dorian and Gordo? Lyrics and love affairs?
Things were so simple then. We were all just innocent and young. And happy. I said happy. But I mean happy, at least in my case.
I was never part of SANO. Or any of the e-groups, really, other than a general boardie. But that was good enough.

Now everyone's closing their blogdrives.
They post less on the board.
I haven't even talked to anyone in ages.
And I really miss it.

I don't want it to change. I don't want the world to change! I can't handle it!

I don't want to be in high school, especially when so many of my friends are at the other school.
I don't want my mom to have a full time job, when she used to be a stay at home mom.

I don't want my brother to have to choose his college or university next year! My gosh, he's not that old! I can't handle him moving out! He's one of the only things I've always had in my life, and now he's going to leave!
And my grandparent's farm! I don't want them to move! I love that farm, I love going there every year, being out in the country, the smells, the sounds, all the animals, the amazing food. I can't believe that they're going to move out!

I don't want to be 14. I don't feel 14. Inside, I have the ten year old screaming to get out. I grew up too fast, and now I want to go back!
I want to be happy! I can't remember how it feels to be really happy! How sad is that?!

I want the world to stop so I can catch my breath!

And I hate how this bothers me.

Life is change. I have to get used to it. We're always getting older, I can't stop that.
And everything I want is selfish! I can't stop my family and friends from moving on, even if it means leaving me behind.

But I just want to hug my teddy bear, hide under the blankets, and cry.

And I bet no one will read this anyways.

Darn emotions.

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