arrgh
before i moved to indiana i told my friend that i would come back for my senior prom. i wasn't just saying it, i was dead serious. now i'm having second thoughts. i was even thinking of moving back to go to college and i even started saving for it. i was so serious. why should i go back to that stupid city anyway? i mean it's no better than here, except for the beach. i would say friends are a reason to go back, but now i see that i've never had any. i mean what is a friend really? i have no idea, i thought i did,i'm just so confused. it's seems like everyone i've ever known in fucking pensacola has betrayed me in some way and i'm glad i left and i'll never go back there, ever. i'm fine and dandy it fucking indiana. screw florida.