Sabrina’s leaving early Wednesday morning. There’s already an annoying tug in my chest at the thought of this. I must prepare myself for when she’s gone. I was happy before she came back, I will be happy when she’s gone. Okay, take a deep breath. This is what I am going to do. I will allow an hour or two to mope. And then, I will be busy. 

I will,
-practice cello twice a day again
-paint more
-read
-two hours+ on school work everyday
-play the guitar
-yoga three times a week
-start to weight train
-see friends
-take walks
-write, write, write…

And when we meet again, I will be stronger, and better…

…I feel so sad though…