We had to kneel in front of the alter and then another person poured syrup in my mouth from a cup.
Anyways, I was sitting in the library, just beat, at a table by myself trying to get some work done so I could sleep tonight.
I miss that affection.
It's nice to finally feel comfortable/completely comfortable not the fake hey we're both here at TMS comfy at the beginning with anyone here.
I'm not exactly sure, but for whatever reason, Sunday evening was a party in the laundry room.
I really want to see a lamb birth!
I'm never not me -- even when i'm not acting like myself, it's still me doing that.
Sure, leading up to this time I kept thinking I'm going to TMS soon, it never really sunk in that I was going to TMS until that day -- in the car on the way up; just like that previous feeling, it hasn't quite sunk in that I'm going home.
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