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When Did I Last Write?
Feels like it's been ages, when it's probably only been a couple weeks.
Nothing new, really.
Starting school in a week and 2 days!
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WhErE hAs My LiFe GoNe?!
I still can't believe I'm a senior.
A lot of my days are partially spent wondering if I'm going to die young.
Not that I'm a pessimist, but I do think about death.
I guess I just never thought I'd make it this far.
I always picture it taking forever.
Next major goal: Turning 18!
Not that I'm in a hurry.
Sure, I have things to look forward to at that age, but I'm one of those people who embraces their youth!
I don't want to hurry up and be 25 or something.
I'm in the last stages of my life where I can look to other people to take care of me.
Even though I spend 5-6 of my days alone per week, I still need my dad.
I simply can't imagine how I'm going to get through life without him.
Dad's a guy, so he won't be going through that "Empty Nest Syndrome" thing that Tammy and I were talking about the other day.
But yesterday when I was talking to him he hugged me and told me that I wasn't a thorn in his side, and that I wasn't keeping him from doing the things that he's always wanted to do...
Then I wondered whether Tammy had perhaps said something to him about how I brought that up when I went to go talk to them, but I remember telling both of them not to tell Dad what I said, so I trust she didn't.
I'm sure Jazz will be able to help me out a little bit.
I suppose in a way we'll look out for each other like...orphaned twin sisters!
And, since Brandon will most likely be with us, I'll ask him for his advice.
Ha ha ha...I really am growing up fast.
Just earlier this week Dad gave me tips on how to write checks.
I mean, I already knew how, but there were some things that they didn't tell us when my classmates and I were being taught.
Such as the importance of writing things as close to the edge of the check as possible so that people can't write in extra numbers, and putting a line below the line where you write out the amount in words.
Although I'm going to have to ask why again...
But I do appreciate Dad doing this for me.
I don't really know what goes on in his head.
I've lived with Dad most of my life and I don't know much about him.
I suppose I don't really need to know him that personally...or him, me.
He remembers my favorite food, and he's good at picking out good smelling body wash, and all sorts of good things like that.
I wonder sometimes if he likes to feel as though he's needed.
I think he does....he does like telling me about things I'll need to know when I get out there in the world.
I'm starting to feel less afraid as I type...
I'm pretty sure things will be okay.
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