32 hours this week is making me somewhat happy. It doesn't actually seem like too much since I'm not really doing shit with my life these next couple weeks. And the sooner I get to 1,600 the better. CVB single here I come.
Honestly though, I don't like being home. I like my little life I keep while in dorms. I don't like the memories being home holds for me, and I don't like the constant feeling of never being good enough for my parents. It gets hard, and sometimes I feel like I've got to stay focused on the day ahead, one step at a time, to make sure I don't fall apart. But I'm getting better. I'm doing so much better dealing with things. I love that. I love that I've become a much stronger person the past few months.
Dear Christmas, please start to feel like Christmas. I don't think I'm going to go to church this year either, so that kind of makes me sad...just because I seriously love church at Christmas time. And I spend so much time around Christmas In The Park, but it hasn't gotten to me. Our Christmas tree isn't up, so I haven't wrapped any presents...and I'm just not feeling it. Makes me sad.
I have another damn crush. Ahah, who am I kidding though, this one has been around for a little, just have kept it in the workplace. Buahah, boys who open car doors are a rare thing. Not to mention boys who open car doors and are good kissers. LOL Hey oh well, it makes work entertaining.
