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Sarah. Nineteen. In College. Clarion Univ. PA. Boyfriend. In Love. Hottness. Clever. Witty. Trouble. Good Time.
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So you take a right on Missing Him Street and then take a left at the light?
...written on 2006-06-07, at 10:11 p.m.
So today I was stressing a little. As everyone has probably noticed I've been doing the little "Susie Home-Maker" thing since I've gotten home from school and I'm starting to get a lot restless.
I'm stressed suddenly because it's Wednesday and I haven't gotten my period. Normally I get it today. I mean, there's nothing really to be worried about. I don't think I'm pregnant at all but I still get a little flustered.
I'm in one of those "eager to start my life"/"gotta be productive" moods lately.
I really just want to marry Richard. I'll go to school where he is. I'll be an amazing wife. I will love him and hold him and work through any problems we face together.
I want it.
I want it now. I want a little house with a big yard, and I want children. I want go to school and then come home and make dinner for us. I want to have a part time job a few nights a week and every other weekend. I want to come home to our house and sit on the couch with him. I want to watch TV and then shower with him. Then, what I want most of all, is to go to sleep with him.
I want to be married to Richard Welsh.
I want to run. I want to be rid of this energy that's trapped inside of me. It's pulling me in so many different directions. It makes me want to laugh, cry and scream all at the same time.
I miss him. I miss him so much.
Sarah