Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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... all time - is relative
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was a vert strange little girl. She got yelled at alot. The little girl did not have very many friends. She felt very lonely. The little girl became depressed. Then, one day, the littles girl's Mom and Dad told her that the were going to move away. They were very sorry, the told her, but she wil have to leave all of her friends. The little girl was not very sad about leaving. Maybe she could make new friends at this new place she moved to. Maybe her big sister would start being nice to her. The little girl began to look forward to moving. She permed her hair and got new glasses. She would be getting her braces off pretty soon. Finally the day came. The family moved. The big sister did not want to move. The big sister was meaner to the little girl becuase it made her feel better. The little girl didn't know this. All she knew was that her sister didn't love her. It made the little girl feel even worse. Then the day came that the little girl started school. She dressed in her best clothes (picked out by Mommy)and went to school. She went with a big smile and a heart full of hopes, becuase she wanted to make friends. She was sure it wasn't going to be like the last school, or the one before that one, or before that one. She was going to make friends and be happy and not want to cut herself and nto cry herslef to sleep eerynight because her mom told her she hated her. She was going to make friends. But the little girl was strange. She was weird and not like the other kids and wore big glasses and used big words. The little girl didn't make friends. The little girl felt worse, her parents said they weren't going to move again. The little girl wasn't going to have another chance to make friends. Abd her sister was still mean to her. And the little girl felt unloved and spent hours reading or making up stories in her head. In her stories, the little girl always had friend. When her mom was telling her a bedtime story and said she could have anything she wanted in the story, she asked for friends.
all time - is relative