i dyed my hair brown.
1:15 a.m. - 08.20.04

the tears are falling out of my eyes, and i can't say i'm sad, and i'm definetly not happy. possibly it's a mixture of the two. it's good to know people are finally enjoying themselves, but it makes me so envious. i just want to pick up and go, but my life has always been just that. living out of a backpack isn't something i could handle. boxes are hard enough.

i was supposed to go to montreal this month. or maybe it was next, either way it's not looking good.

how many days until another 'year' has passed, and the closer i get to leaving the teen years? i doubt you'll even remember. but i don't know if i really want you to. actually, i secretly know i do, but i'm sure you'll never find out.

i miss you, and i switched back to your cigarettes, but i don't know how long it will last.

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