and so it is... just like you said it would be.

I'm a melancholy... and I suppose I am allowed to be.

First of all today is my grandmother's birthday, she would have been 85, I miss her... and I still can not talk about it. My sister is going to be moving to London(for a year +) in a few weeks, but this is one of the last nights we will actually be living in the same house. I also am thinking about how my friends will change and feel bad that I didn't do more. I wish I wasn't so sheltered in high school, I am afraid that history will repeat itself even though I will do as much as I can to prevent it. I feel like I have done so little, even for someone my age. So yes, melancholy thats is what I feel, among others.