Flight leaves at 6:35 in the morning. I didn't know there was a 6:35 in the morning. Really.
I am a bit fatalistic. I don't really care to fly. I dream of death before I take flight.
Twelve days of not being in Alabama. It is gonna be bliss. My aunt said that it has been a bit chilly the past few days so pack some warm clothes. God I can't wait.
I went to see mom last weekend. I tried to hang out with a few friends. They all forgot I was coming to town. I realize that I take simple mistakes to heart and blow them out of proportion. I see a forgotten phone call as a massive insult when in reality everyone has a life and they get caught up in that life. But in my mind, it means that my friendship means nothing to them. I am so easily forgotten because I am insignificant. I don't know how to change this about me. I need to though.
Callie signed her death wish today. As I was finishing up packing she knocked over my bedside lamp breaking the bulb. I am tired of cleaning up messes that she has made. I am tired of my stuff being destroyed. So, off she goes to my parents house. To live out her life on 40 acres of paradise. Now she can kill bugs instead of lamps and flip flops.
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