I'm growing up. That should be a given. My views are changing; I'm changing. (I change a lot, if you haven't noticed.) It was a relief to me to realize that I still don't want to be the girl that sleeps with everyone. I still don't want to be a whore. But where it goes from there, I don't know.

This is all very confusing.

I used to have a mood ring that I hardly ever took off. It was a Christmas present from my mother two years ago. I wore it every day and was reminded of her. I don't know why I hung on to it as long as I did. Probably because I never really was ready to give up my mother, and that ring was the last link I really had to her. I looked at it this afternoon, picked it up, and walked outside. I watched it change from clear blue to brown, said my goodbye to it (and my mother), and threw it as far as I possibly could into the woods.

Goodbye Mom.

Wednesday, February 4, 2004

So anyway, Chris and I somehow started talking about that today. He pulled his keyring out of his pocket and had a mood ring on it, oddly enough. So now my mood ring has been replaced with Chris's mood ring. Awwwwwww. How sweeeeeeeet.

I just remembered I have internet homework due in twenty minutes. Dang.

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