On Life.

[mrsronweasley]

So, I haven't really written much lately, and that's because I'm finding it difficult to get up the energy to do it. I'm sort of...blah. The past few days have had their wonderful moments, and sometimes I feel like I should write something about those moments, but eh. Maybe later.

Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful, though, and a huge success. Everybody loved the food, and went home stuffed and very satisfied.

I was productive today and cleaned my room as well as did laundry.

Meeting new people and having fun when with them.

But, mostly, I'm just tired. And it's not just physically tired, it's emotionally tired. But that's a dangerous road to go down, and I won't do it now, mostly because it's not very interesting or necessary to do so. Who the fuck gives a damn.

I do, however, hope that you are having a wonderful day! Wishing you all the best, still. *mwah!*

I am still incredibly worried about you, and have been climbing the walls because of it. God, I hope everything is all right.

I can't wait to see you in just a couple of weeks, almost. It'll be great.

You are so sweet, thank you!

Oh, and, miraminx - it's not going well, and, well, it probably won't happen, at least not for a while. Ugh. I know. But somehow I lost the thread of writing and haven't been able to get it back yet... :(

I just found out that someone I know, though am not incredibly close to, has a really rare disease that will eventually kill them. Fuck me. That is harsh. That person's in their 20's.

Life sucks.

Off to...do whatever. Probably fold laundry. Excitement all over...