when will it make sense?

02 December 2006 @ 09:03
my mood

Me: "I decided to not go to Brazil."
Brother: "That's probably a good idea. Are you coming home?"
Me: "No. That was never my intention, remember?"
Brother: "Take lots of pictures, then."

I can finally think clearly about things. When I laid in my bunk and thought about it all last night, it still really doesn't make sense to me.

And as much as it hurts, that's okay.

I don't think I would be here right now if I knew what I wanted.
--Annie

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