Let's just not discuss anything past....say, June 6th? Wait. It's only February 3rd. And there's still March to go through. I bet March is gonna' be a long month. Always is.
The wind is still blowing the trees against the side of the house. It's really annoying.
Ever notice how, when you cry because you're happy, it never seems to do anything to your face...yet when you cry because something has upset you, you look all red and puffy and distorted?
I do NOT want to go to school tomorrow. I wonder if I could get away with just not getting out of bed in the morning? This is not good.
I bet I won't get to see John again until Frida
y.I think this summer, I'll just sleep every day. All day, every day. Until the weekend. Until Saturday.
I'm going to miss these afternoons. Being lazy with John is the best thing in the world, and I won't get to do it anymore because I have a job now.
I really should take a little nap. Everything's starting to get blurry.
I wish there was a way out of all this.
I still think there's some loopholes to be found in this camp thing. They can't NOT let you not go home, ya' know?
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