cedar_grove | *25,18

At least I think those number are right. Doesn't look much, feels a lifetime.

This is not to make anyone feel guilty or anything else, but to express my feelings, because if I don't I'll just go and wither away like the wilted wall flower that I'm viewed by some I think...

You know that feeling where sometimes you feel like you are doing all the running... all the waiting... all the everything. That's where I am right now and I /hate/ that feeling, and although it's probably really unfair to people, I kind of feel like a toy that's there in the corner that'll be picked up when there's nothing better to do... when it's a rainy day and billy can't go out to play... that's only wanted when there's something that threatens to take away the convenient toy.

There's a story I read to the kids once. It's called "I love you blue kangaroo." I forget who it's by... but anyway, there's a little girl that has a blue kangaroo, and she loves it and takes it to bed with her every night and says that she loves him. During the course of the story, the girl's family and friends give her more cuddly toys, that she takes to be with her too, until, ultimately, there's no room for blue kangaroo, and one night when the girl and all the other toys roll over, Blue falls out onto the floor. Feeling unloved, unwanted, he hops off and goes to the girls baby brother, who picks him up, tells him he loves him and snuggles. Blue stays with the baby until the girl realises he's gone. Then she puts up a big stink, her mom tells her that she has all the other toys, but no... she wants blue - because he's /hers/.

I /am/ that blue kangaroo. Possession, toy, whatever...
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*application to Piedmont Community College ready to send.
*sent application to Camelot Academy.