Last summer, I would have died without DNA. It kept me from going INSANE because I was cooped up in a hot, tiny apartment with my psychotic grandmother and my depressed aunt. This summer, I have more of a life. Well, maybe not. I don't know. But with Scarlie and Fish and Rosie? I must abandon my real life. Not that I wasn't already planning on doing that to talk to Tristan.
I want to get out of my house. I'm going stir crazy. Help me.
I'm sorry about what happened tonight, but I had to tell you how I was feeling. Please don't ignore me forever. I'm dieing to talk to you. I just want to be friends again, and not how we've been lately, and you know what I can't call it being friends again since we've never actually truly been friends, but I want to be friends, and I don't want to feel like your immature punk sister. Ok? So please talk to me! I just want to talk to you. I wish you were closer, I feel so upset right now, and I can't even sleep (I tried for like an hour). PLEASE TALK TO ME SOON!!!