The last day
I will miss this place. As much as I've berated the high school and the town and everything about here, I love it more than most things in my life. I love Freehold, and I love my house, and my family. Moving here was probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. I will miss my bed, and this chair, and Zeny. I will miss dinners with my dad. I love that guy a lot, you know. Even if I don't show it enough. I want to cry because believe it or not, I've been happy here, and now everything's just going to be a memory. I hope I will be happy in Evanston, too. (Hopefully, even happier.) I would lament the end of something more, but I've been made so anxious by trimesters, that if I stay here any longer, I just might go crazy, or worse: lose interest in going at all. I am kind of tired and don't want to get sick, so I think I will go to bed now. But I'll read that entry I wrote about three weeks ago from time to time, and everything will be okay. I know it.