My last day

The anxiety of going back home, going back face to face is getting high. I haven't been home alone in 6 months. I have to make that drive tomorrow. I have to unpack a very loaded car (in stages because I can't do it all at once, it's too much).

Mom mended the pajamas they cut off me and gave back. I'm not sure I can wear them. They will probably need donated.


It was depressing being here, thinking as much as I want on my own, then it's frightening. Also I like this home that I grew up in. I would like it some day but it is not an easy home to upkeep either.

I watch the pilot of Fantasy Island in spite of it being on Fox mostly because Rosalyn Sanchez was the star (had a crush on her since Without a Trace) and Bellamy Young was on it. It was a mix of sad, weird and boring. I'm over reboots.

Tonight the rain has stopped. I SHOULD be able to see the Perseids. I want to see them.