my journey seems to end at your doorstep
today was agonizingly slow.

i was eagerly anticipating the end of the day when i woke up this morning.

i felt very shy. like a little girl keeping a secret. ana said i looked small and cute. and i started to wonder what other people might think of me. i am a very curious person.

i didnt talk very much. i was kind of hoping that if i stared at my watch enough the day might go faster. or if i didnt talk to anyone, the day wouldnt slow down any more than it had already.

it didnt work.

now i am at my mother's office. this place is so bland i can hardly stand it. it screams that it needs more than white covering its walls. it feels like some sort of penitentary. but each time i come here it doesnt seem as bad. i hope that doesnt mean im accepting that it wont change. i hate being forced to accept things. thats why im so good at arguing. i can pick fights so easily i scare myself.

yesterday my mother took me and my sister to 'Mamma Mia!' at the barbara b. mann hall. it was a musical. and i have to say, it was alot better than i had expected.

and for those of you who read some of my story, would it be too much to ask for feedback? i dont know if i should continue writing it.

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