I used to think friends mattered. But then I discovered that I don't have any true friends. I can't wait for College.

I'm just so sick of this. I need to get out of here. I keep dreaming of a year from now, when I have my own place with a bunch of people that I love and respect.

...and we can have a graffiti party for my kitchen table! Like these people!

I cry seeing people living the life I want to live. But I will soon, just gotta have patience. But that's difficult.

Also, living in the "Just Dance" video wouldn't be bad