Everything seems to remind me of something. Something from home. Isn't it weird, that I have no house there and yet I still refer to it as home and the house here is just a house. Like a hotel. Or something. Eating gummy worms... Painting in art... Jumping on Trampolines... Sitting at lunch... People coming over and tugging at my hair to get my attention... Test strips laying on the counter... Watching movies... "Paul"... Yes...I miss you all. I miss Whitney and Amy and Teresa and both Scotts and Craig and Nicole and Alissa and Molly and Liz and Chelsea and Ben and Jim and Josh and Paul and...and...and... I haven't cried since the night I got in a fight with my mom. That was two weekends ago. The weekend of my birthday. I haven't spent anytime with friends. I miss my friends. Aly is so super rad. I really like her and she makes me so happy. I think I might ask her to do something with like me and Cassie this weekend or something. Meh. This is so pointless. I keep wishing for an e-mail. E-mail me please? *yawn* I'm tired. Farewell. I like you too much. You are stuck in my head. Get out!