The Vacuum

I feel like a giant hole (take that however you want). I feel empty and useless. Marianne has visited and will leave tomorrow. Just when I started getting used to being around people my age. Then it ends. I think I really dislike it when that happens. All this disorganization, konfusion, and weird internal happenings will teach me something. I just have to sit tight and wait for an answer to hit my on the head. Like the hand of my little brother when he slaps me in my sleep (oh, for the days when I had my bed to myself). My schedule has been thrown off. My room is a mess (considering I sleep in one room and keep my junk i.e., personal things in another). I feel so unlike myself. Ugh.