i made a new friend today. his name is Austin. he is a senior, and just moved here from New York. he seems really nice. i want to be his first friend here. i can't wait to talk to him more tomorrow. you would be proud of me!
sick. again. i hope i can still go to cedar point.
i want to be perfect for you. but it seems like i can never do anything right. thank you for your patience in dealing with me. i know i will learn, eventually.
i hate the way i over analyze everything but... are you scared because you think you know what will happen? or are you just sad?
i am scared. not because i think it will happen...but just because i have no control, & no real way of knowing what you are thinking. shit. i have to stop.