I miss him. It is pathetic and sad and ridiculous, really, but it's true. I miss My Prince. And I think I may love him. That's even more ludicrous, right? I haven't even met him yet and already I love him! What sort of state am I going to be in once I do meet him?! And the thing is, I don't just miss him a little bit. I keep crying over him. Like, supercrying. I wish I could just go ahead and find him. This sucks!
But I have had quite a thought recently. You know how in every school there are all the freaky kids and all the normal or supposedly cool kids? Well, usually the ratio of freaky to normal kids is actually like seven to one, so, technically, wouldn't the freaky kids be the norm, since they are the majority? Just food for thought. I'm surprised I even have time to think, actually, I've been so busy with packing. I'm moving in a week now. Here I come, Suburbia!
Big big sigh,
Rosie L.
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