Six

Half an hour until midnight and here I am awaiting my love to return to me. I feel my eyes growing heavier and heavier with each key I press my finger onto. All that I gaze at seems to be floating further and further away, blurrier and blurrier yet. Hmm. I'm looking for some good music to play in my head. I'm looking for something, anything right now really to occupy my mind and time. My love bought me The Wizard of Oz today. We have about a billion books at his house, some of which we've never even read, but I needed a classic, easy, interesting (or semi-interesting) book to read so I can get English work done. I've missed reading. I've missed writing. I've missed drawing. I've missed painting. I've missed making things. I found the purse I made in 2006 and put watercolor, a couple brushes, my candy container, and my Alice in Wonderland journal in it. I don't take it here with me, for fear of it reaking of cigarette smoke.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I will be sure to of course blog about it, though I doubt I'm going anywhere. I know why the caged bird sings. I'm right there singing my own sad song with it, losing more and more hope as each day passes. Today was pretty nice. My boyfriend is so sweet. He surprised me with a couple gifts that I love. Tomorrow we might go out somewhere, though I prefer we stay home and do all our missing class/home work assignments. We need to get stepping on college and living arrangements. That's another notch added to my stress belt. I really should stop worrying so much (not that it'll help solve anything). I end up crying everyday though, and it's quite frustrating. I shall await for my Valentine to return to me.