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Things are looking pretty much the same. My life is still horrid, due to the lack of friends, time, and sleep. I am working too much, sleeping too little. I haven't seen friends all summer, but now blame that on the fact that I don't really have any. My life is one monotonous cycle of sleep and work. Every so often disturbed by a night off to be spent baby-sitting. This summer was supposed to be my laid-back preperation for college. My last chance to be with my friends before I leave. My rest and recovery time from all the illnesses of the past two years. And I have had a really bad two years. All of these things just sort of keep piling up. I never fully recover from one when I get the next. I just wanted one easy summer. I have worked every summer, five to six days a week, since I turned fourteen. Now I am working like a dog, and it doesn't seem to really matter, because there really isn't anythi9ng else to do. I mean, I haven't exactly been over burdened by the phone calls and emails from all my loving friends. As a matter of fact, there haven't been any. I got one or two forwards, but nothing for me. I guess it doesn't really matter. I mean, I will go to college and make friends there. Real friends. And I will just go through this summer working. I am so tired of all the bull shit. I am fed up with the artificial friends and people who pretend to like me. People who use me. Goodbye to you all. I am getting out of here. I am going somewhere with my life. I am going to be someone, and I am going to be happy. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but I will be. And you may be happy today, partying and drinking/smoking, but where will you be in ten years? Twenty years? Scary thought, isn't it?