So, it came to this. My house finally sold. And yeah, I'm fine with it. But this is the only house I've ever lived in. Well, except for my mom's but I don't consider that home. I remember the times. The times where we got the whole street to help paint the house purple. I was mad because I wanted it to be red - my old favorite color. I remember the day my sister pulled that hula hoop up to the tree. We never got it down. I remember always trying to kick the tree three times in the air. It was always a game with my friends. I remember the games my friends and I played in middle school, like hide & seek and bloody murder. I remember planting that garden to the side of my house and that bee that gave me my first sting. I remember repairing the front door so many times because of the damn wind. I remember walking into the house saying this is my home, where I belong. I remember having that mirror on the right when you enter the house - the one my mom took. I remember the day I came home to a new couch. I remember that video that my dad took when I wouldn't stop crying in the living room because he was following me with the camera. I remember my first song that I sang on camera started with the words "I Love You" - such a child song. I remember the light that never worked in the hallway. I remember the dining room. My family & I sat down every day in the same spots in the chairs we had. I miss family. I remember making that fireplace and installing the Tv next to it. I remember the room I got. It was so small. My sister had the whole upstairs - triple my room size. I remember the bathroom. The day I ran through that glass door - needed the bandages. I remember the day I tried to open a bag of chips with a knife and had almost been taken to the ER. I remember the stupid ninja game my friends and I would play in my family room. 20 to 30 people screaming. I remember the patio door being installed. I remember it all. I just do. It all comes back. I'm going to miss this house.

Yes, so hopefully that worked. My house is sold. It's going to be sad moving - espically 2 days after my birthday. We're giving my cat to my amazing friend, Jessica. My dog, we can keep. My dad threw out a lot of the stuff. But it's all going good. I hope. I'm just not looking forward to this. I may need someone the day we move, to keep away from crying away the memories.

In other news, my day was horrible. I don't know why. It just came that way. My mom's problems, my dad. The whole moving thing. People's opinon's. Homework. School. Lack of sleep. It was just okay. Not a horribly horrible day. But horrible, understand?

Oh, and also I need to get this out in the open. I'm not desperate but I really want a relationship. I wanna say stuff again like "I can't take my eyes off of you" or "I think I'm falling for you".  That makes me happy. I haven't been that happy in 2 years. I really want to be happy and with someone, again happy. I just don't it in the city. I can't stand high school relationships. It doesn't work. It doesn't. Evenutally, it all falls down. And the people in my town, eek. Let's not go there. So honestly, I don't care if I meet someone on the internet or somehow else. I'm ready. I can stand it. I can hold it. For me, online relationships do work. If you think about my point of view, there is a way you can hold it. You can talk to the person everyday, be there for them. There's so much more to how I think about this. I know that you won't be face to face with them but it works. Even on the phone or internet. It just does. People think differently. I respect their opinon but I'm sticking to mine.

I'm going.

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