It's the last four days before my longest boyfriend leaves.
All my family is coming into town this weekend.
My house is being fabulously renovated.
I'm making my money grow through work.
Summer Soulstice is starting, aka the best EVER.
But, I can't help but know that my spirit is broken, and that my soul is dying.
When I say how upset I am it just feels like I am complaining. I know I need to be thankful for the blessed life I have; but Christ... this sucks.
THIS IS NOT HOW I WANT TO REMEMBER:::
My summer before AFS.
My summer after HighSchool.
My family while I am on AFS.
How I acted & how Timo acted, or how he makes me feel.
My 18th year of life.
The begining of my adulthood.
Any part of my life...
I am generally such a joyous person; but I am dying.