it might get better if you try.

you've got to give a little love
give a little love
give a little love
to get a little love.

i definitely had a dream about him this morning. funny how that turned out.
i'm pretty sure i've been dreaming about him a lot lately without remembering when i wake up,
otherwise why would i be thinking of him at random times?

anyway. here are my options:

go take a shower, then pack up and leave.
stay ... and just wait to see how long i can hide in my room before she comes and yells at me.

those are kind of the only options.

all i know is i have to go to the gym at 4 with my cousin, and my dad has his class tonight so i can probably go out and do whatever tonight.

things to make sure to pack:
necessary clothing.
laptop.
notebooks.
calendar.
ipod.
charger.
school stuff.
camera.
magazines.
necessary shoes.
accessories.
make-up.
toothbrush.
perfume i guess.
bars.
anything else i find in the den.
oh, straightener if i find it.
curling iron.

i really don't have any prized possessions anymore.
i guess my joe jonas jacket would be it.
that and my signed soccer jerseys.

like really, i was thinking about it, and i was like:
if i run away, what if i come back and she's ripped up all my posters?
and then i was like:
okay really, idgaf.
i really don't.
this room's a hot tranny mess as it is, i haven't even hung my posters nor do i plan on doing it bc really .. whatever.

i'm kind of down to peace out. shower time.

thank god i did my laundry yesterday.