i really have nothing to say. i just keep staring at the box hoping something will pop in my head, and i'll be able to write something.
maybe it's my lack of feeling lately. i haven't actually had a good conversation in person with anyone my age since Ryan was here over the summer. i'm thinking that could be the reason i've seemed so distant sometimes.
ryan and i talk more on the phone, it seems. it's probably because i'm going home soon. it's about time... we just miss each other so much.
he must've been really angry at my dad the other night. he said when he got off the phone, he threw the phone across the room.
i just--i can't wait to see him. i'm not as excited as i thought i'd be, but i'm just not believing that i'll be home soon. i've been gone for half a year, so it's strange. this'll be the first time that i've moved away from someplace and went back in such a short period of time.
i'm in a better mood today...