I'm down in Vancouver now. It's a bitter-sweet happiness. On one hand I'm happy to be away from my dad and all the Williams Lake but on the other hand, I miss all my friends. I never realized how much everyone means to me until I can't see them whenever I want. I know this is best for me but, as with everything, I can't help but feel I'm making the wrong choice.
Dad told me today that Zuke doesn't seem to miss me. Is it wrong that that killed me? I love that little dog more than anything and as soon as I'm gone, he doesn't even notice or care. I know that's stupid to cry over but guess what I'm doing now as I write this. Yep, you're right.
I've really been slacking with my writing lately and I hate myself for it. I'm excited for the story Jolene and I are planning to write though. I haven't been excited for my writing in awhile. I'm kinda scared I'll lose interest though, just like all my other writing projects.
I've been thinking about what people think of me a lot lately. I can't help but feel like when guys look at me, they only see a friend; that they never see a girlfriend. I know that probably sounds stupid but I don't feel like I'm the kind of girl you'd want to take home to mom. I don't know, I might just be acting stupid.
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I'm just babbling. I need someone to talk to. I'm supposed to be able to talk to my mom about anything but I'm scared of her judging me.
