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Things don't look too good for the summer. Some of the things I planned on doing seem to be falling apart at the seams, and some of the people I planned on being with seem to be tearing right along with them. I'm feeling kind of out of place. I'm out of place in the mornings; Robin's car, upstairs with Juelz, downstairs with Fogg and Bunt. An accessory, if you will. I don't get to talk to Sara as often as I used to. I'm afraid to call, because she'll probably be on the phone with Jamie, and when I do call, she usually is. She says she'll talk to me instead, but I'm not one to get between girls and their boys. Weekends mean down-time. I see the Bunt's, Fogg, Kelly, but I miss seeing Ash, Juelz, and Ash and Juelz.
I want things to go back to how they were. I miss having every reason to smile, and the biggest decision being which to smile about.
