I'm a tipster. A tipster who left home to go to North Carolina terrified. A tipster who got there and made friends. A tipster who, no matter that it was my first year, fell in love with everything about it. A tipster who left crying with five other people on the same plane. A tipster who cried more when she left those five. A tipster who wants to be back in the no-homework, chill, happy, accepting community I've associated with home now instead of having to be on my toes 24/7 in fear of messing up and loosing my friends, homework and yells of PASS THE STAR filling my every moment.
I'm a tipster who wants to be home.






