My bags are packed.

[sweettaco]

I just finished packing my bag and well...I don't know. I really don't want to go. If I know me I will pout for like a day and a half and then it will be time to go and there will be something I wanted to do before we left only there won't be enough time. I know I'll end up having a good time but I don't want to. Does this make any sense? Agreat to leave here is with me not knowing about a math test and failing it. There is no freaking way I passed it. I smoked two cigarettes today. It had been two days since I had a cigarette. Today would have been three today but I guess I needed it. Anyways...I will miss all of ya'll. Especially you Baby. I hope I don't get all emo and shit. It really wouldn't be necessary cause I am coming back. So many things will remind me of him. I already know. Well HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone. I'll see ya'll when I get back. Oh, ya I leave tomorrow. Love ya. I love you too Brandon.

Sweetheart