Ayiyiyiyiyi. I love my friends. I’m am so blessed. I have so many amazing friends in my life, I don’t know what I would do without them, and I miss the ones in Wyoming sososo much and I can’t wait to bring some insanity to G-Town with them over break. And I love my roommates and Jerica and Asia and Mycah and Des and all my awesome friends I have here and am living life with here. :]
The craziness? I don’t really miss my family. I miss my little brohas… because they are growing up sooo fast and I’m missing it… but not so much like, the rest of my family, or my extended family or anything. I feel bad that I feel that way. I really do… but I don’t miss them. I can’t feel what I don’t feel, ya know?
[I bought the brothers a tool set and a kitchen set today... they'll love them.:]]
So, being that I am me… I try to figure out why… and I don’t know, ya know? The best I can figure is that I prepared myself so much to miss my family, so, I was prepared for that, but I wasn’t prepared to miss my friends… but that’s not it… I don’t really remember about the rest of my friends, but I was soo prepared to miss Erica, justlike I ws my family, so, no, that theory is totally debunked.
Which brings it down to love, do I not love my family? I don’t know.
It scares me.
