notxamish
After I left the craft store, I had no idea what to do with it. There was an aisle full of bandanas, and this one -- purple with beautiful black, white and pink designs -- was too irresistible for me to just leave it on the shelf. But now what to do with it? Beautiful things aren't always necessarily useful.
Everything was worked out now. I would go to his parents' house for the first half of winter break, then I could go to my own home once Christmas was over. My parents were NOT happy - that was certain, but it was okay. They were just glad to see me at all, considering the only times I came by now were during Christmas and for one or two weeks over the summer.
She wished to love, and that's exactly what she got. She loved ideas, but never people. She loved so much that her expectations of those she loved could never be met. She loved too much. She didn't love nearly enough.
I've lost everything. I don't know where my home is anymore. I don't really know where anything that means something is. What it is, even. How horrible is that? I've lost everything about me that I've ever known. It's all a lie. What am I supposed to do with myself now? My boyfriend, my future..after all, weren't those the only things about me that mattered? They don't mean a damn thing anymore.