well...its time for me to move on, grow up, and get out.. tomorrow i am leaving to go back to muncie (where my former college that im going back to) is, to look for a job and get a place.... im leaving my house, my friends, my family, and *sniffle*, my dog
anyhow...so im finishing up packing my possessions and clothes so i can blow this joint and start my own life... im not sad to be moving on, im sad to be leaving behind...leaving behind the days of when i was daddys little girl and mommys little angel... days of knowing i could run home if anything went wrong...days of being able to coast through life without any major responsiblities or consequences... and while i cant wait to experience what life has to hold for me, i cant help but to be a little nostalgic....and that's what hurts.
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