Winter Break

I've realized that I live like a princess. Whether that realization is a good thing or bad thing means nothing to me but I just realized this today as I was lying on my bed, reading a book. I found that I live much like princesses do either in medieval times, history, or in any fairytale book that someone would read.

For example: I am able to sleep as long as I want. I could sleep all day if I wanted to. This isn't necessary healthy but I can. Nothing stops me from doing it except for my obsession to actually be doing something throughout the day.

Another example: I take lessons. Sure, I have a job but I go to school and on my free time I am able to read and draw and write and watch television...I mean, you name it and I can do it. Don't princesses take lessons too?

Finally: I can shop and buy things for myself. I have that ability. JUST NOW I'm really starting to pay attention because now it's my money and not an allowance or something. That's crazy!!!

Now, I'm not saying this is a good realization. I'm partly glad that I'm realizing this because I now see how good my life is and how spoiled I am. BUT these days are quickly fading. Soon, I will be joining the work force of life and everything will change. I'm kind of sad...but not really. I mean, think about it: do I really want to be spoiled all my life? Sure, it's good now, but eventually my obsessive compulsiveness is going to make me want to DO things like clean and stuff.

While some people like this realization and want to make it last, I'm not sure. I like the freedom but...who knows?

For now I'll be a princess...but I've never been so offended before.

TOMORROW is the day that Elliot, my foster love, is going back to the shelter. I have to say...I'm rather sad. I've gotten attached to the little bugger. I've been conditioning myself for this next chapter in Elliot's life, but he's enjoying himself so much at my house! I'm sure he thinks that he lives here now and is happy to be away from the shelter and...sleeping on the couch. He's happy I'm sure. I'm just now worried that no one is going to understand him! He's so quirky and shy but once you get past that barrier...well, he's really a sweetheart! He lovebites, but doesn't want to?

Anyway...tomorrow I say good bye to the little fluffball and I'm sad. Poo. He's too sweet to go away now.


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