SO I guess, for now I'm not moving out. It was really touch and go there for awhile, counting down the hours and minutes till my 18th birthday. Planning on moving in with Krissi and the pseudo-gay Matty building me a room in the basement. Thinking that she and gay matty and my Matt would be the ones to take me to Hollins.
And then Dad and I made up (kindof). Its an extreme type of denial. I am leaving. I am going to Hollins. I have been accepted and I would rather chew glass than give this opportunity up.
My Aunt and Uncle are in town. Matt met my Aunt today...very embarassing scene in the middle of wal-mart aisle 12. Occasionallym, it still suprises me to realize how redneck my family is.
I haven't been writing which just feels wrong. However, its so odd writing without a reader. I've always felt and said that I write for myself but now that I'm graduated and don't have Mrs. Humy or Mr. Greene to read my poetry it seems weird to write. It makes me sad really, I think I'm sad to be done with highschool. It was hell but...it could be fun. I want to write...but I'm avoiding it. Keeping it inside.