Like my little dog, I can't help but wipe the floppy skin around my face when it all gets a bit much. Perhaps getting depressed about how much energy I spent getting depressed about how devoid of morality the Twilight Saga is is pointless in itself but too lazy, too bored, too unenthusiastic to do anything about it (like, um, changing the channel). I'm still adjusting to this new life and it's all just a matter of clearing out the static in my ears and in my head.
Weddings await, actually! In the weeks to come, I will find myself sitting more exams, playing gigs, at the beach, in auditions, shopping for a pretty dress for my aunty's wedding and for Christmas presents and instruments and various other items. For right now, however, I've found myself mainly alone, baking cookies, watching Twilight and crying as songs filter in and out and through my brain, from time to time.
But I get the feeling that happiness is really and truly coming, and soon, just like everybody has been saying that it would. Typical teenage me. Refusing to believe in anything that could be good.
Maybe I'm growing up!
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