There's The Ones That You Love
The Ones That Love You
The Ones That Make You Come
The Ones That Make You Come Unglued
As for a slightly more thorough update...
Aaron is in Texas doing his base training. He left July 31st and flew out to Lackland on the first. We got our first phone call from him the day before yesterday, and so I now have a mailing address to write him. I haven't gotten around to it though, and I feel a little guilty because I have been busy dissecting his room. Hopefully I will have all of my things in there and it can be pronounced 'my room' within the next two weeks or so.
As for other things:
School, unfortunately, has started. I am actually putting forth the effort to obtain at least a B or B+ GPA if I can manage by my senior year. If it's possible, I would like to make it higher. This is because over the past two years I haven't given a shit and have let my grades decline to a dangerous level and barely passing by the skin of my teeth. I look back at it and still don't understand why, but I let it happen because for some time, I felt that there was no point. I was apathetic about everything, not just my school criteria. The worst part is that fact that I am having to force myself to participate as a student and a normal human being in most things because I still haven't shaken that apathy completely. I still cannot understand why.
Speaking of school, Raymond leaves to unpack his belongings in a dorm on the grounds of Georgia Southern tomorrow. It's wonderful, yet also agonizing and somewhat depressing to know that these things are occurring. As I have said before, I am glad that he is doing great things, but I feel as though I am being pulled apart at my seams by the change and distance that has placed itself in the midst of those who are important to me.
I also realize that I have probably undergone some changes, and not for the better. Again, there is the apathy; then there are the times of massive, choking paranoia and moments when I cry without a legitimate reason. I found myself doing it only moments ago, and now I am left disgusted and with a massive headache. I've suggested counseling to my mom, but she's yet to take me seriously on it. Partially, I can't say I blame her, seeing as the last therapist I went to didn't have her shit together and did nothing but worsen my situation. I would like the help, but at the same time I do not want anyone to know some of the things that occur in my mind, because there are things that I believe would be too risky for anyone with the ability to put me in a madhouse to know.
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I feel better now though.
It's the strangest thing, but when I found myself stretched out so thin and needed him, he called. It is things like that that amaze me, and make me glad to be around.
I believe that is all for my update.
Yours Maniacally.
By 
, at 5:24 PM
hey sweetie, it's the same brutal_artist from the Vampire Freaks (lol)
I'm enchanted by your writing...
can I add your link to my blog?!
kisses!
By 
Francine Oliveira, at 7:19 AM
yes, I'd love to read it!
have you got icq? if so, maybe you could send me by there...
By , at 5:26 AM
Man...Atleast you get to move into his room. My brother's is only a "Guest room" now! ::cries in corner:: I think...we all cry every once inawhile for no reason. :/ but anyways I'm glad your going to try your hardest for better grades :D ::hugs:: You can dooo eeeettttt!!!!!