This past Summer, I was pretty much out all day, and never really had time to myself at home. I always had to be with someone, cus I didn’t know how to appreciate my alone time.
This week, however, I’ve been wanting more and more time to myself to just do things that I want to do. None of this “Jennie, can we go see this movie I’ve been dying to see?” or “Jennie, can you drive me around all day?” business anymore. NOT that I didn’t enjoy most of it – the best times I had this Summer were spent with the people I love, doing crazy things and going on random adventures with them (: but – I spent way too much time outside, sort of running away from the things that I inevitably come back to at night when I unlock my door and enter my room again.
