I am lonely. No one hangs out with me any more and I still am in love with Chad. It's been half a year since I've last seen him. My city isnt that big, you'd think I would see him around.
But no.
I'm lonely lonely lonely because there's a hole in my chest that's been there for half a year. An itch that can't be scratched.


Please come back. You don't know how bad I wish I could change the past to make sure we would still be together.

I hurt. I ache and hurt and cry. I'm a mess.

Help.SOS

  Harvard!

I got a 31 on my ACTS and I'm ectastic about it. It's just a point off of the Harvard average.

An Ivy League College is my one way ticket out of this dead end town. I know it sounds cliche, but its true. I can't wait to leave.There's too many memories, too many people, too much has stayed the same. I'm looking for a change and I need it soon.

I need quick headlights and a forlorn figure with their thumb pointed up, just waiting to get the hell out of here.

I 'm going to get the hell out of here.

I need this more than anything else. And I think everyone else does too.

I really have forgiven you. It's been hard, but I understand and I have forgiven you.

  I wish I could I figure out how to be happy.

 

I dyed my hair. Because I couldn't change you, I changed myself.

Recovery is a slow process, but eventually it will happen.  I will recover. It may take half a year, a year, or 20 years. I will recover from this.

I am recovering.