She's a Fleeting Fox

My feelings have shifted a lot over the past few years on how I feel about being sad, lonely, and depressed. I used to feel this "inner goodness" from feeling sad, like I was excited that it was there--and I found reasons to keep myself that way. Why? I really don't know why? I am not saying that I am so much better now than I was then, but I am happier, I guess. Happiness is weird. It feels good, yeah.

I hate seeing my friends sad, or depressed--especially Cody. Lately he's been missing home, and getting sicker. As much as it's going to kill me not to see him when I go back home on Tuesday, I know that him moving to FL was the best option for him, at least for now. Things needed to change. So many people never get out of that bubble, and I want Cody to live as good as he can--so moving down to FL, though it hurts me, was the right choice. 

He has a job, and a place to stay. He's doing good. I miss him terribly.

But yeah, I get to go home for Thanksgiving break on Tuesday. I'm excited to get the fuck away from my bitch roommate, but at the same time..packing sucks. I wanna sleep.