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Aug 16, 2006 05:55

Just a quick spout out...I think it's overly amusing that people who are constantly...and i mean constantly bitching about how fucked up or how horrible life is, finally realize that it's not the situation/place/people...it's them. I love karma.

Anyway, there are a lot of people I miss that I was friends with and for whatever reason the relationship ended...but I do know that everything happens for a reason. So, let bygons be bygons.

I leave in a half an hour for school. Yes, I realize that it is six am. Yes, I realize everyone must think I'm nuts. Truth is, I have to move in this early to be back here for my sister's flight to Chicago. My little sister is gone today. I don't know what I'll do without her. Any time I've ever had a situation that was absolutely too fucking hard to deal with, she's been the only one who was there for me. I mean that. She means the world to me and all of you assanine jerks who have been saying really nasty things to her, you've got one coming. Trust me on that.

Elaina might be coming to stay with me tomorrow night... It all just depends on how she's feeling. She just got her shots the other day.

This summer was seriously the worst I've ever had. The absolute WORST. Next summer starts the summer of my growing up. I will be out of school and looking for my own place, and my first REAL job. I plan on spending that/looking from my dad's house. Syracuse, you can fuck yourself. I've had an amazingly decent life up until this summer, and coincidentally it's the summer I decide to spend in Syracuse. My mom lives with a dirtbag. I'm sorry, but I'm still bitter. A lot of my "friends" ended up sucking. I just need to be with my real friends, wherever they may be.

Actually, I know exactly where they are. They are going to be meeting me in Morrisville, NY in about an hour to move in and have the best year of our lives togther. The next 5 days will consist of binge drinking (obviously aside from the night Elaina comes, if she does).

Here's to new beginnings, and horrible endings.

And, I'm off. Goodbye, Syracuse. For good.
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