School is so close to being over. Thank god, I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m really sad all the time.
Someday, I want to just leave. This summer, I’m going to take my car and just start driving. I’m going to find some spot up the shore and camp there all alone.
I wish that I was my own person but I’m not. I’m a copy of a copy of a copy. I didn’t even make up that sentence it’s from a movie called fight club that I hated. I’m so unoriginal it hurts. I am everything that people say I am. How has anyone ever loved themself?