Mornings are so good. They really are. I love a new day. Some how I manage to be lame enough to read everyone's journal in my first couple of hours after waking up and become depressed. Because they are sad, or they are happy and I want to be there, or just because it makes me miss them. Everyone writes a different way and they write like them and I had noticed before with some people(like Teresa of course.)but now they seem so much more like them and I realize why I love them so much and I want to be with them so much. I hate seeing people sad but somehow there is not much I can do. I mean I can make them happy on MSN or give them *hugs* but that is not at all the same as giving someone a real hug or a real smile. Even the phone is no longer useful. Teresa wrote in her journal and a lot of it reminded me of stuff at home. Oreos with Chelsea and Lizi, "if you get less cream, you have to marry Ethan." "Well if you get less cream, you have to marry Alex". *twist* HAHAHA! "You lose again Katherine." I feel so sad when I think of those things, I remember being so happy. I also remember about being kinda of...excited...about moving. It's weird. Because it doesn't suck here. I know that if I were here permantely, it would be really different. I would try really hard to make friends. But right now I just kinda lurk at the edge of the photographs, a teenager who doesn't fit in the family, the new girl from Utah that everyone feels bad for her and in turn lets her sit with them. I miss my friends. I miss my group of friends. They were seriously some of the most rad people...I miss Luther Heights. I think that if I didn't have the thought of working at Luther Heights this summer, I might be a huge wreck. Oh...the family is fighting. Not so perfect. The teenager who spends eternity inside talking to boxes of print while the other kids run outside, laughing. Why has school always been so easy for me? I don't think it's fair. Hm...I dunno. Oh well. This didn't turn out the way I was thinking I wanted it but oh well. I'm a loser. Good bye.