Remember to Breathe
I don't know what to say anymore. The Brett thing is so
far up in the air that clouds have completely covered it.
I don't know where I stand, I don't know how he feels and
there is only 2 weeks left of school. I am more emo now
than ever, which is sad in itself. Like I said, I don't
know what to write anymore. This journal thing was based
completely around a boy, my journal reflected my life, and
that's just plain pathetic. I'm out.