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I don't think I have wanted anything as much as I want my license.
Even when it comes to being with Anthony.
Or being Kaylee's godmother.
Or figuring out how to make a living.
It's making me lose my mind. I want to drive around. I want to take myself places that don't always involve my roommate or my father. I'm so eager to go to the ocean at a moment's notice this summer. And to visit Katelyn anytime I want. (It's been a month since I've seen Katelyn and I'm missing her like crazy). I want to be a more active person in little Kaylee's life.
He said I can drive, now. But he wants one last check-up. "Just to be safe". And if he ends up taking back his word, I'll go ballistic on his nuerological ass. Just be optimistic, Whit.
Be optimistic for me, people.