On Shauna and Jesse's laptop, my legs look really short in that picture at the top of my blog.
I am sad. I don't want to leave this weekend. This place and certain people fit so well in my life, and it totally feels like this is where I'm supposed to be. I feel it every time I come here, but then I leave again. I need to stop doing that. There is one spot in my chest where my sadness lives. If I touch it, it makes me cry. Don't touch my chest, okay?