Started last night around midnight, after Christmas eve dinner I went to the boy’s house to see him. He was already asleep so I laid next to him and slept till about 4am. We both woke up and talked about little things, big things, and everything inbetween for 2 hours. I went home around 6 so I could wake up in my own bed for Christmas. Woke up around 11am and opened presents with my brother, mom and dad. I loved everything I got although next year I’m not asking for fuzzy socks because I received 6 pairs this year. That’s way more than I ever need or wear. Went over to my sister’s house around 4 and had dinner and watched The Grinch. Left at 7 then went back to the boy’s house where then we drove up to Flagstaff to pick up his mom from the train station. I was super nervous, but she is pretty nice. I think we’ll get along fine. When we got back we said goodnight to one another and he gave me a kiss goodnight and I drove home. Now I’m laying in my bed, and although I’m going to miss the other bed for 3 weeks, its nice to sleep in my own space.
All in all its been a very god Christmas. There’s the pretty detailed about my day. Goodnight now.
When you give me little kisses. When we make silly gestures at one another to make us laugh. When you let me stay with you. When you sing to me. When you tell me little facts about the world. When you stare into my eyes. When we snuggle and fall asleep in each others arms.
There’s somethings about you I still just can’t explain…but whatever those things are, I appriciate them. More than anyone will ever know.
I ate to much food. I’m tired. I’m stuck at home without a car. I’m without my friends. I’m not next to him. I’m broke. I’m cold.
At the same time, I’m not really, because maybe it’s a good thing to be alone for a night. I just can’t help but tear up and turn my cheeks red and my eyes turn swollen. Maybe I just need a night to cry and be sad. It’s hard for me to be alone, ever.
Tomorrow I’ll be back to normal. I wish I didn’t have to work.