Rachel. Maine. Happily taken by my soldier. Twenty-two. Aquarius. College graduate/attendee.

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How dare you ever call yourself my mom’s friend. Especially her “best friend”, didn’t take you long to come “visit” my dad considering my mom hasn’t even been dead for a year.

Thanks to you I have to stall on packing my things and making a change in my life so that you can stay in the house.

Even if I’m in the wrong for walking out, your attitudes are the exact reason why I walked out. So don’t come at me with messages calling me a “faggot” because I left a negative environment behind.

You’re just showing me I left for the right reasons. Not like I was going to put you guys on my resume anyways.

Super glad to hear my kitty hasn’t changed while I’m away. Still the cutest asshole who attacks peoples faces in the morning.

Well Jeff managed to break his thumb while out in the box, but he doesn’t seem to be too worried about it. Typical. Haha. But at least in a few days he heads back home to our kitty and I can skype with him and then about 15 days after that he’ll be up here to help me move my things to Georgia.

I absolutely can’t fucking wait.

It’s funny they think they can pull a fast one while Jeff and I are away. No, you can’t move in to our house just because you think the kid watching said house is an idiot. You’re not taking advantage of the situation, Tracy isn’t as stupid as you seem to think.

I swear things only happen when I can’t actually get in contact with Jeff. Ah well, gotta expect the unexpected. I’ll just have a whole lot of things to tell him when we finally can talk.

"   I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware, almost taking my breath away. That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.   "
Sarah Dessen

Today when I yelled at little red to get out of the garden and to stop gnawing on all the plants, I called him Marley. Definitely missing my kitty.

Working a double because girls can’t show up for their shifts.