There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.

[write_her_name]

I miss my glasses. I miss both my new glasses and my old glasses.

I miss my camera cable.

I miss my old Landis Valley skirt, and I wish I had them both so I could layer them.

I guess I don't really miss it, but I'm pissed that I effed up that one yellow print.

I miss Spring break already, and I miss having vacation already because after Easter it's a wasteland of 5-day-weeks with no days off until summer.

I don't think I'm going to miss high school, but I probably will. It doesn't matter anyway, because I have 4 whole trimesters to go. (I am so ready to leave I am so ready to leave I am so ready to leave)

Whatever, the point was that I miss my glasses.