So I came back from work and finished that Alcohol Education thing lol. It's annoying though, cuhs I wanted to start Part Two and get it out of the way, but apparently I have to wait a month. Like, HAVE to. |:
Anyway, I hate realizing that things aren't as perfect as I think they are. I never really noticed, but I really tend to think the best of people; see the world through rose-colored glasses, or however that phrase goes. I love how there's so many people around, and that there's so many dishes being cooked, but I don't stop to think about what that does to the bills. There's faults everywhere, and Mom always sees it and confides in me about it. I dunno; I don't know if I'm upset that my innocent view of things is shattered or if I wish that I had seen it like that from the start.
Anyway, I hate realizing that things aren't as perfect as I think they are. I never really noticed, but I really tend to think the best of people; see the world through rose-colored glasses, or however that phrase goes. I love how there's so many people around, and that there's so many dishes being cooked, but I don't stop to think about what that does to the bills. There's faults everywhere, and Mom always sees it and confides in me about it. I dunno; I don't know if I'm upset that my innocent view of things is shattered or if I wish that I had seen it like that from the start.
