Over the hills and far away

It's horribly exhausting to be incessantly worrying about doing the right thing. Be it about what I am going to major in to how I should deal with a certain issue or rather a good handful of issues or simply just whether I really should have taken that last cookie.
The summer's turning out to be the worst holiday I ever had. I haven't seen my friends in ages. I'm terribly broke. I spend most of my time at work. Yes I'm growing to love the kids. But I hate how they run the centre. There isn't a system and that irks me. I like things organised! I go in everyday and they're like do what ever you want. Okay that suits me just fine. But this whatever I want comes with restrictions. As to how that works, I really have no idea. Honestly, sometimes I just feel like throttling the coordinator. Really.
Rabeeah and I are meeting Siti this Saturday. Well atleast that's the plan. Funny how I'm not the least bit excited about seeing Siti. I haven't seen her in what four year? I'm actually not too keen on meeting her. Funny huh since most of my best memories were made with her- From band practices, to sports day to calling the orphanage and pretending to be her form teacher so that we could go out to hanging out at her class to 'two weeks boyfriends' to soccer matches to sly planning so that I could have a lone moment with my crush to outrageous stories created and told to the operations manager. Maybe I want to leave those memories at that. It's been four years. God knows what might have changed during that time.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMO!