I'm 21 and life hasn't changed at all. I still don't drink (except for on my birthday). I don't go out becuz while I was on vacation to ATX, they closed down the only street that had any kind of bars/clubs/fun things to do in my town so I have nowhere to go now. Since my vacation, I've gone to Warped Tour and that's about it. I rearranged my bedroom becuz I finally accepted the fact that I'm not moving out with my boyfriend. I'm not super depressed about it; it's just aggravating that I still have to be at home with my seriously bipolar bitch of a mother all day. I guess I'm used to it now. She didn't talk to me for an entire 24 hours becuz I took a box of junk to Goodwill. I'm not really in the mood to unload everything: I have a lot on my mind about Sara and I don't know where to begin. I'll come back later or something but now it's just jarbled garbage in my head.