What's the point?

Wow, its September already. I have been so excited for this month. Dad had a birthday. Beth's is tomorrow. Nathan's in 13 days. We are leaving on a trip in 13 days. I am really excited. For our trip for Beth's birthday. For everything. For school, for life. It's time to start living. I think this is the first birthday in my life that I have been more excited for than my birthday. I am SO excited for Beth's birthday. I am sad that Lucy and Lindy left for Alaska today, but I know I will still see them again. The sky is really blue today. I mean REALLY blue. The sun is bright. I am super excited for everything. What's the point of being sad? What's the point?