And sometimes I love my life....
I wonder if it would be easier to just live with my craziness instead of trying to make myself "normal"
And no matter where I go I can't seem to get away from dysfunction.
I wish I had a home to go back to....
I feel accomplished these days for adapting to life under this insurmountable amount of stress....
It's strange really, I'm going stir crazy.
I made friends, I guess.
How truly strange....
I see posts from my friends on Facebook about all the things that I used to be part of, and it makes me terribly sad.
I wish I was there to enjoy my Senior year.
I miss the people that still call me Bunny, and who tell me that I made life awesome, and all our inside jokes about me stripping in public.
Everyone keeps telling me how I don't seem the same, I don't feel the same.
It's funny how boys reappear if they really loved you, even if they disappear again just as quickly.
Everything is so damn funny.
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