Holy shit. I never thought this trip was gonna happen and here I am putting down names for the meeting. I get ten days in Italy with two of my favorite people in the whole world.
Ten days of talking to foreign strangers. Ten days of dancing in the streets and not giving a fuck, because none of these people know who we are. Ten days of actually being around people instead of sitting home alone.
The sad thing is that as soon as this trip is over, everything goes back the way it is. I’ll go from having a family for ten days to being completely alone again.
I’m not worried about Amanda, she can take care of herself. Nuckel can take pretty good care of himself too. Do I wish he would stop doing some of the stuff he does? Yeah. Do I wish we were closer? Yeah. Is it my choice? Absolutely not. I can deal with it.
It’s one of those nights where I just feel like talking and saying what I really feel. There’s waaay too much inside. Am I gonna get to talk to someone about it? Truthfully, probably not. So it stays in.
I still don’t have a freshman brother/sister! I want one -___-
Not a girl though, because I’ve seen those freshmen girls and I might kick one in the stupid pug face. The boys are more polite (for the most part). I’m 90% sure they don’t even know my real name, but at least they know who I am, ‘cause they call me Snooks everytime I walk past.
I’m beginning to like these freshmen. Just a little though.
I hate these posts that cover tumblr. The ones that discuss how you should be greatful for what you have, that before you start complaining or whinging you should think of what you have. You should think about the fact you have food and shelter and you should be happy. This is a load of shit. I am…