It's almost Christmas and I am not broke angry and irritated like I figured I would be. I work often enough to keep change in my pocket and to have fun when it's called for. It's weird I find myself thinking about the past alot lately and the moer I think I about it there was only one mistake I've really made since I moved home. Instead of assuming that she knew how I felt about her instead of telling her daily just what she meant to me. Oh well I guess I will get my chance soon enough to say all the things that nag away at me at night wondering what if and just maybe. Soon. Soon.
