They say you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway

Did I cry when pretty much everyone but me went home on Wednesday? No.
Did I cry when I talked to my mom and dad on Thanksgiving? No.
Did I cry when I realized this was the first time I wouldn't get to put up Christmas decorations at home? No.
You know when I cried? I cried this morning when I looked at Nata's pictures from Aaron's party and saw that I wasn't in them cause I wasn't home.

Seriously, wtf?

I've been updating my blog way too much. And with pointless crap. I'm sorry.