Whenever she is hurt, I am commonly hurt as well. We are sisters, not born but raised. We have a speical bond that cannot be broken. It has withstood a fury and many a beating, yet we are still Sisters. Even within the times of hard we were always sister, maybe hating each other or that we had ever been brought together but sisters all the same.
There are a lot of things I want, most of them are just brought on by sudden changes and will change once more as the wind passes. I want to try to dye my hair black. I have thought of it before only to quickly dismiss it. I take pride in the fact I have never touched my hair with highlighters or dyes but now I think it doesn't matter like it used to. Back in the day having your hair pure was something to be treasured, now it doesn't matter. Maybe it's just Northern California making me soft again. Southern California opens your eyes and makes you hard. I think tomorrow I'm going to go into Claire's or Icing and get my piercing again and maybe two more at my lower earlobe, so then a total of five but heavy on the bottom not the cartildge. Nana-esque. I need new shoes and some more clothes. They are worn down. I can deal but... eventually it's going to become dire. Some of my shoes actaully have huge holes in them ^^" I try not to wear those as much as possible. I also want Photoshop... I need practice and Illustrator doesn't allow you the personal freedom that I need.
College has taught me a huge lesson: your bed is your best friend. Naps are our friends and whenever you just feel like s**t you can always count on them to warm you up without having to speak. It's different for people who are in high school, you can see your best friend the next day or even that night if you don't live too far away. In college, it's your bed that comforts you. I can hug it and make it more fluffy or hard. I can bounce on it and abuse it or cry within its form. It is always there.. yet people are so much better. ^^ They grow and give back... sometimes. People are better but my bed will do just fine right now.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world