it's easier to believe in this sweet madness
i love to daydream. to dream about how life could be, should be, maybe will be. right now, my dad isn't home, yet, and i'm sitting at the computer with hot chocolate and listening to my little brother play with his toys. i like to think i'm a normal happy girl. i like to believe it, and tell myself lies. i never do this, but right now i am. "I am happy and content because I think I am." -Alain-Rene Lesage
that about sums it up. i think if everyone convinces themselves that they are happy, and pretends to be, then they can be. not so much being fake, but just allowing yourself to not think about the bad things. just the good things, like hot chocolate and little brothers with toys.
so today. normal day. school. i had lots and lots of homework. i studied biology for about an hour, for a quiz tomorrow. i better go look that over too. oh and then i had dance from 7-8. i feel so safe there. i can't get this one move where we move our shoulders back and forth. uh oh better go, dad's home, don't wanna see him and he's comign in the door. bye. i'll wirte later.
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