I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I miss home. I miss the 10th grade. My mom sent me a care package yesterday. It was filled with Gatorade, 2 cup of noodles, Cheese Wiz, Chicken in a Biscuit crackers, and sour gummy worms. All things I lived on in the tenth grade when I lived with her and everyday after school Weston and I would walk to my house and eat cup of noodles and pizza and watch the movies I got from netflix and just chill. It was simple. This place is killing me. I just want to see everybody and I know when they see me they'll know how much they mean to me by the expression of sheer joy on my face. I'm ready for Christmas.