i keep an actual diary but typing is so much easier so i'll try this for kicks. today i attended the funeral of the mother of a close friend. my other friends and i agree that it's hard to handle; none of us have been in a similar situation, thank god, and it's even more confusing because she wasn't on great terms with her mom whereas we all get along with ours really well.
anyway, a brief autobiography:
i am an only child although not of the overly spoiled variety. my dad had two strokes when i was nine and ten years old and i was the only person present for both...has definitely altered my perspective on a lot of things.
i love to read and listen to music and hang out with all of my wonderful friends and think about days gone by and days yet to come.
when do people get over their first loves? it's been nearly two years since i broke up with mine and i still dream about him at least once a month. i still miss him when i'm awake too and i haven't had any serious relationships since him; no guys can keep my attention. yikes!
