Remember when I used to write all the time? I don't mean like blogging writing, but rather real writing. Like, you know, prose and poetry. I miss it, kind of, but I feel like it's something I've lost the ability to do because it's been so long. I guess it's sad, really, because I was good at it (or at least thought I was). But it's gone and I've nothing left to say. Not the way I used to say it, anyway.
I guess this all came from remembering when I was on deviantart. I've recently re-opened my account, but I rarely log on and I've not done anything with it since rediscovering my password.
Meanwhile, today was a crazy hectic day full of apartment hunting (cross your fingers; I don't want to curse myself), packing, and trying not to go insane. I'm so tired. And still packing (needed a little bit of a break). Dad is going to be here in like 7 hours to help me finish the process and then it's off to the streets.
Also, to anyone I've snapped at lately, I do apologize. Like I said, I'm stressed. And highly emotional (we've shed many tears this past week). And missing my bunny a lot. Hopefully, if this housing thing works out, my moods will improve and we won't have to see this person I've been for a long time.
Back to boxing.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths