I think I’m a morning person. That, or I’m getting old.

They remind me of happy things.  Things like cuddling under piles of blankets with cocoa and watching stupid movies.  Or just the fog of the early mornings of when I was actually happy with where I lived.  There’s never fog in Arizona.  It is a pretty place though.  It’s beautiful, but that’s not the reason I’m not happy here.  I get to go back soon though, I suppose.  But even then I don’t know if I’ll be happy, I don’t want to leave my friends.  But I’m just being a whiney teenager, this is happening to everyone my age.  I guess I shouldn’t ask for more than a melancholy existance.

but I’m going to try and figure out how to use this, so here we go.