She always belonged to someone else

She always belonged to someone else

I'm going back to school in two days and I am not ready, not ready, not ready.  I'm really happy here at home with my giant watercolor notebook and my Netflix and my tumblr.  But I know that if I never leave the house then I'll never experience anything or go anywhere or anything and the happiness will expire and I'll never be able to get it back.  Or something.

I don't have anything else to write right now, but at 1 AM this morning I finished The Fault in Our Stars and all I wanted to do was blog about it and talk about it and then today happened and I only saw my sister for five minutes and so I haven't had a chance to ask her if she's finished it yet.  Tomorrow is my last day of break and I don't know what to read next.  Those two things go together in my mind.