I can be brave enough to go to college far away. I will leave.


And there is nothing wrong with cutting relations with those that are crazy. It's healthy. It's the right thing to do--even if it is not normal.

I remember where I sat at lunch in the eighth grade. I remember looking over at the table beside mine, and walking across the lunch room to talk to Hailey. I don't really care to remember that though. Nor do I have anyone that I'd want to call "most memorable" in the senior class of Hume-Fogg. I don't feel that anyone has done anything worth remembering. Those that I want to remember, I will, and we will keep in touch, I'm sure.

I feel badly for saying that, but what's it going to matter in a year, no one is going to care. I hope that is true, because I am counting on that.

I can wait for two thirds of a year to pass. Then I will take my life off hold. I'd rather not. But Waffle House with de grits... high five is worth remembering. Even if family is committed to care, it's better than econ. I don't know what it is or what to do, and I do care. But I'll just wait, because then I can do whatever it is that is right.

I'm just so angry, and I can't listen to my music. Damn inconsideration.
Plus, I make rational decisions--always.