Yesterday I saw the Bug to the bus stop and when I hugged her goodbye I simply cried. I told myself I wouldn't. Told myself that at 26 I am strong enough to say goodbye to someone I love without crying. Unfortunately, I wasn't. I cried. I cried more on the way back home. Already I miss my sister. She was a huge help when she was out here for one. For two she gave me company, and the third thing is that despite her being 16 and therefore onry - she was a good Aunt to the Pea and a good friend to me.
Hopefully she'll pass her GED, get herself a job that she can prove she's stable with and then when she's got the money she can move out here and be with us. Of course, such plans are prone to change, however I can hope right?
Otherwise, things are pretty much back to normal here. Same stuff, different day I suppose.
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I cryed to on the bus, I hate good-byes they are always bitter and I Miss you to already, I cant wait to get my crap out here done and then I will be out there, P.S. I finally posted
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