I feel like all my friends are there, but not there. I hardly have anytime to talk to my best friend. We haven't had a sleep over in days. I hardly ever talk to you guys because you have jobs and school. I am just sitting at home staring at my math hoping it will fix itself. Oh thats another thing. Math is terrible . . . I am terrible at it and as hard as I try always get a bad grade . . .
Perhaps I shall listen to some music, close my eyes and pretend its summer. Its so exhausting trying to be me all the time . . .