4 weeks
Without him. And I'm choosing to do alright. I can't sleep at night, and I'm exhausted by day. I'm fidgety and my friends find me annoying. I keep trying to put the spotlight on myself, and once I realize what I'm doing, it almost brings me to tears. I'm not the person I'm becoming. I'm glad summer's only 4 weeks away.
Summer is my time to step away from life and live how I want to live. No internet, no talking to friends. I've got my family, my pets, and horses. That's it... oh, and nature.
I get time to think, ponder, wonder. And mature. I've always matured the most over the summers. Or at least since 4th grade(ish). Some people say it's because I get to "do me", but I think it's probably the fact that I'm not constantly surrounded by idiots. Maybe it's both, who knows?
I'll go swimming and horseback riding. I'll go to Nana's and my aunt's and my great aunt's and I'll go to my dad's girlfriend's sisters houses. Spending my days, getting up at five, feeding and watering the chickens, pigs, cats, dog, and my pet rats. Then the rest of the day, playing with dogs, horses, goats, cats, let's just say lots of animals. Animals are my passion, so it's going to be amazing... as per usual.
But anyways... that's about all I've got to talk about right now. I guess, like most students, I'm excited for summer... though I never used to be. I used to love school. Now... not so much.
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Letters to Nowhere
RandomThis isn't really a story or a book, but a diary. I'm hoping(as of today: 3/11/18) that I will never again feel the need to write in this... Knowing my life, we'll see how that goes. EDIT: Well... We can see how that went as of today(4/6/19)
