I feel odd & strange, not in a bad way.. or maybe. I truly don't care nor do I mind.
I have become much of a slacker but have I become more satisfied? Yes. Not with myself but with my surroundings. I don't necessarily want to grow up, as I thought I did, but sometimes I just deal with it. Other days, I cry in my mothers shoulder begging her to never die. She thinks I'm being so emotional because I'm lonely. I don't think it's that, I think I'm just changing... into a more happy person. Things are more appealing to me. People, objects, animals, dust, insects, coffee mugs, just everything appears lovely as of current.
Now to just do homework at school... hmm.
Also, I have one more session with my therapist. She is very nice but I don't like talking about how I feel so I've asked to end the therapy and it will happen.
Now I'm going to get dressed.
I'm going to go and meet my darling.