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I’ve turned into a hermit…
Yes, I could call people. Yes, I could make an effort. But all I really want to do is make dinner for Carrie when she gets home. Am I a dork? Am I that much of a hermit? Dunno, but I know what I want. And I know I’ll always see my friends. Besides, they all have their own lives too. It’s funny how we all grow up.
I think it comes down to me not wanting to hang out with anyone unless carrie is around. I’m just not happy unless she’s there. So if she’s working? I’m at home waiting for her. I just remember coming home and knowing how happy I was to come home to a friendly face after a long day of work.
Two more months till we have the big day, then soon enough, it’ll be time to move. It’s so friggin’ scary. I don’t think I can even write anymore. Okay, next week. That’s it. I vow and promise to start learning how to play the guitar. I have to! I think I’m procrastinating cause I’m afraid I’m going to suck. It’s like when I had to play piano when I was little. Thank god I rebelled and locked myself in the volvo at the age of 7. A D D time.. Why won’t anyone buy our apartment!?!?!?!?!?
