and hazel is my motivation to write more often.
Seriously every since i got back to san diego, I have done nothing productive. Yet I'm not complaining.
I haven't been out out except mexico which to me feels the same already. I can't wait till i turn 21 or at least go to other kind of events for once.
Sorry couldn't go to the club down south with you hazel. But i'll eat lunch with you next week.
lucky's missing again. He's been missing for two weeks. THis is the third time he ran away. What makes me so mad is that my mom didn't mention anything about it. I talked to her everyday in the past week. My brother told me. And they're not doing anything about it. I had to keep bugging my brother to put an ad in pdn. I don't get it. We had lucky for ten years already and how can you not render some emotion for him. Don't they miss him? The first time he ran away, I was so upset. I cried every day for one week. Lucky's like a best friend because I grew up with him. ANd because I can look like shit and he'll still always be loyal to me. Or I can get mad at him and he keeps coming back. Or when I'm upset, he'll come and sit next to me. Or when no one is ever home, he keeps me company. Or the way he goes down the stairs and shakes his butt and the way he does the split when he lays down. yah he's really cute.
I always ask God for miracles. And everytime lucky comes home, it's a miracle. But sometimes i wonder if he'll grant another one. Can a person have too much miracles?
if you've read this far, thanks for reading which is like listening to me vent.
if you've read this far, thanks for reading which is like listening to me vent.