Good friends, Good times.

Im so glad I could get away to Beckys house tonight. Im sitting in her den listening to Jack Johnson. Jack Johnson=Soundtrack of my life. Or what my life soundtrack should be. All about celebrating life and happiness. I say, Fuck it. Why am I wasting all this time on worrying and sadness? Of course drinking smirnoff with becks caused me to nearly puke, I still love being with her and talking to her. Because I dont need stress.

I just did the best thing. I took an orange highlighter and wrote an angry letter to an anonymous someone, everything I feel and think that I wish they could just KNOW. I am tired of this worrying, thinking that this specific person is going to get changed by highschool. Fuck, it finally works out, I severely care about you and think about you. And now I feel so uncomfortable with my feelings. Like Im wrong for feeling this.

God help me if this continues to happen. Im wrecking everything!

I dont expect this to make sense to readers. But, Its in my head anyways.

Peace!