Tomorrow
I am a nervous wreck. Tomorrow Max and I leave for Connecticut. I bet you're wondering who Max is. I bet you're also wondering why I'm going to Connecticut. Max is my best friend here. I think he has the prettiest eyes ever. He wrote me a love letter. I'm going to Connecticut tomorrow because my other best friend, Alyssa, whom I often refer to as the light of my life, is having a vocal recital on Saturday. I also need to get the hell out of here. Funny thing about college, you don't want to go home, but you don't want stay here. It's overwhelming sometimes. I can't tell you how many times a day I swallow my tongue and my vomit and my voice. Anyway, I am nervous. My parents can't know I'm going. I sold all my books back to the bookstore, and we have enough for gas and tolls. That's all. If we get lost or break down, we're fucked. We're fucked anyway. Someone help us.