My life often seems complicated. My parents are divorced, my sister does things that people don't approve of, i'm Catholic, I'm in college, I live in Duluth, I have a longtime boyfriend, I don't understand the meaning of family, I have a second family I call my own, I am SO like my dad, etc, etc. I don't know what else to say, but my life is complicated. I try to pretend it isn't, but it really is. Mike is out with all his friends for his 21st birthday and I'm at his house blogging and watching a weird movie about mormons and polygamy. WITH Logan from Gilmore Girls AND Lexie from Grey's Anatomy. What could be better?
Well, for starters, my mom could be less, well, "my mom." I could be finished with all my homework due next week. I could be 21 and celebrating with my boyfriend. I could (and should) be in bed. So many things could be different, but I guess then that wouldn't be me; my life wouldn't be MY life, it'd be someone else's.
We all have our own set lives, and everything we say and do creates our lives. We get what we get, and we have to live with it. And so I shall. Like the sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives...
