Showing posts with label Cuddling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cuddling. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Mixed Update

Some nights I feel like I'm 5 years old. I tear up for no reason, cuddle a stuffed dog, and curl up under a blanket that doesn't cover my feet if I'm laying the wrong way. It's sad, but it's what comforts me lately. My mind will start to clear and my stomach loses that's sour ace that tosses around in it most nights.
*deep breath*
It's hard to reassure your best-friend/sister/cousin that her boyfriend likes her more then her likes you. It doesn't help that its the first thing out of everyone's mouth when they find out. Then I have to see the two of them all happy and cuddly and my brother makes a remark when you tell them to stop holding hands while were getting food "That's what you and Trevor did all the time." I'm over him but seriously way to through salt in my wounds that are being picked at by my cousin and best-friend both started dating someone... Did I say mention it's each other?
I lost my necklace. It's stupid because I remember putting it in my bag thinking this isn't safe. Now I can't find it :(
~Nat (that took 7 messages)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Snow

Winter vacation officially started today and I got up at 11:45 a.m. I know horrible! I was suppose to run today... oops. I just laid down on the couch under my mom's giant blue jean quilt and finished my book. A lazy day.

I just went and read the last post I made on my old blog and I nearly choked on my gum over some of the things I said. They were all true, but I was so blunt. I guess I was still raw and unguarded, I was hurt over letting my guard down. I guess now I'm still trying to find a happy medium. I can remember back to the 6th grade when I would stay in my room and I had about two friends and everything was password protected and a secret. Taking a look now I am more outgoing but I'm closing in in someways, skipping over the bigger things.

I have little to say today. Guess I just have to much time to think and I can't quite filter it all like I thought myself to do this summer.

Nat