Time flies by faster than it seems. How the hell is it July of 2015? One of my best friends from middle school is pregnant. Two of my friends are being overly dramatic and I refuse to tolerate it anymore. I have feelings for someone that doesn't even give me a second thought. I have two months left with my best friend being around before he goes away to college. The last conversation I had with my mom reminded me why I'm supposed to be in therapy. I seriously contemplated making a plan to run away, all I need is to save up for a new car and save one thousand dollars to settle into a new life, and I could disappear forever from here. I'd be surprised if anyone noticed I left at this point. At least I get to see my grandma tomorrow.














