Moreover, I've been considering getting a job. Not only would it help me keep up with Mr.Moon's business and not over-think about his whereabouts; it will stock me with some cash flow for a well-needed vehicle. Hooray for cunning brainstorms. Still so, I think that I would regret gaining a job when the weekends arrive. Will I not see Mr.Moon's boxing matches? How will I show my support? Will I be able to take the separation? Will I ever be off? Must I work weekends? Must I work on Sundays? I'm not so sure that I'm up for all those answers just yet. Yet again, I know that I am consistently yearning to hear that vroom noise of my own. An object to get me from point A to B. The arrogance of society to make me get a job to deserve a car! psst. Pity on me. However, I would be more advantaged than many. I should be grateful. I just detain the fact that I may not be able to support my Mr.Moon on his little achievements. What if he does well and I am not present to share the victory; controversially, what if he fails miserably and I am not present to mourn with him. What if he needs me? What if this tears us apart? I realize, I am dramatic. I worry over the stress levels of fret. It is better to think than to overlook and miss? It is better to know what may happen than a bad break whim around and ruin you,for you have no plan. I,somehow, think that if a worry..I will be prepared. I blame my mistakes on that very flaw of mine. I over thought to the point where I drove myself to a complete incomprehension of right vs wrong. I am my own to blame. (Don't treat me I'm to blame.) I wouldn't wrong my doing too much any longer though. It's made me the bright, thoughtful, careful lady that I've sprouted into being. I'm not any way,shape,or form ashamed of who I am on this day. I am a loyal, trustworthy daughter, I am pursuing God at a greater ignition, I am secure plus confident, I am permanently taken in romance, I am pleased.
Oh, sweet loveliness. Mr.Moon looked at me, very closely today in humanities (we happen to sit by each other now. score!) His eyes were of Delicious illusion. It was as if I was captured by fairies and taken into a candy land of pleasure and delight. Ah, what a love. What a snazzy joy! I would not mind spending eternal bliss in such a place as Mr.Moon's eyes. I wouldn't mind that at all. Honor would belong to my possession. Now that I mention that, I miss him. And I wish he was able to chat. I jinx myself by saying I was doing A-Okay with that whole "busyness". Besides school, we rarely are capable of full on conversation. Can I just say, it's a pure shame? (hm,how can shame be pure?) Furthermore, I'm struck by the compulsion that I need a deep glass of water. I shall fetch it. And gulp in peace. Farewell, as the classy era did speak, farewell.
