********I’m laying in bed, daydreaming.*************
I can’t wait to have my own place with my own bookcase, candles whenever I want, the groceries I want…
How, in the case of three weeks, did it suddenly change to me being ok with sharing it all over again?
I don’t think my mental health is messing up; I think I’m just seriously in love.
I feel ridiculous trying to persuade my friends that this time, its different. Of course it is, it always is.
They’ll see. Hell, I was quite surprised myself.
My plans today revolve around my lovely bed. Pajamas, heating blanket, window open, coffee maker in the corner with coffee grinds, milk in a jar thats on my balcony to keep it cool, sugar, and a spoon… Perfect. Don’t call me childish.. its CREATIVE.
I have a stack of books I want to get too or even re-get too. I’m so excited. Laptop is neccessary as my boyfriend works in a office but often leaves me cute messages on MSN to keep me entertained.
Oh, I love him.
Its different.
You’ll see.
Audge.
