i had high hopes about turning 18 but it's not what i wanted it to be. the only thing i cared about was the party keely threw for me. thanks so much to the people who were able to make it. it meant a lot to me. my parents are pretty much trashing my senior year.
i can't wait for college. i can't wait to drive to california.
my mom picked me up early from school. she's not letting me do anything on my 18th birthday this friday. how much sense does that make? i believe i'm on the verge of getting kicked out of the house. i'm thinking about hiring a hit man.
my heart is breaking as i remember how it used to be: i'm trying. ... ... ... .. . .. . ... .. ... ... .. . ... ... ... ... .. ... ... . ... ... .. ... but if i decide to swallow my words to the back of my throat/ would you watch me choke. would you hold it in so my, lungs collapse.
If you are reading this I urge you to look and think beyond what you know to be real. There is more to life than just living. There is dying. And there is Eternity.
i used to never feel like eating and started getting really skinny, but for some reason, i'm eating all the time now. it feels good but i'm still skinny. i need to get my senior picture taken for the yearbook soon.