Tuesday, August 2, 2011

August 2nd

Today is my twentieth month anniversary with Zander. He is a pretty phenomenal man, and I love him to crazy large amounts. That being said, relationships are tough work. They require getting through crazy weird problems such as being too close, talking too much, finding a balance, and my favorite, agreeing with one another. That one is fun. I sometimes get paranoid and overly worry about the future, and if it should involve him, or if I am being dumb. I'm sure I'm just being dumb, and still pining over the fact I want him around.

 Another thought that crosses my mind is will my friends be around? Most, probably not. That's honestly just as worrisome sometimes, thinking I may have to loose everyone I know to gain momentum in life. Pretty sure everyone hates the idea of growing up, but I'm just afraid of it. Afraid to leave, but not wanting to stay. Weird combo. The future is a scary place, one I am not ready for. I am not ready to graduate, potentially leave Zander, or even to leave my town yet. I'm not ready to go off to university and redo that whole making friends thing high school has eradicated from my have to's and sposed' tas. I am wholeheartedly thinking about just skipping out on the whole ordeal, but I am not willing to give up my future. I am thinking too hard.

  So, to get away those thoughts, I shall write a list of things I wish I knew how to say in cat, for it would be useful:

- ankles are friends not food
- socks are thin enough I can feel your teeth below them
- stop tripping on your face, you look ridiculous, better thought, do so more.
- people are also friends not food, my legs, fingers, arms, hands, toes, and thighs would prefer not to have teeth marks, yeah k? 

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- cheers

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