Feb. 20th, 2011

mightbeconcussed: (Gah)
[Lucy is sitting at the bar in The Raven. She's wearing something sparkly and her hair is down all around her shoulders. The pout on her face doesn't match the party hair or the sequins on her clothes. She looks miserable. She's got a glass in front of her and she's turning it in circles on the wooden bar.]

Four days ago I was here a year. I didn't realize it until the day was almost gone. It's funny how much can happen in a year. I'm not going to hash through everything that has happened. I lived it. I know and the funny thing is, most of the people that lived it with me are gone. Everyone except me.

I'm still stuck in that 'don't want to go home' phase of things though. I miss home. Desperately. I want to see my Mom and Jilly Bean and Christine. I even want to go to pointless classes that I plan on going to for the next four years or so but I don't want to go home.

Happy anniversary me? I guess.

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