It's all in the way I say what I don't mean, and mean what I don't. I need to speak of you and what is real.

The weekend has started and I'm in a pretty good mood. This week has been fairly nice. My mom is letting Kara come along with us to Kiawah Island this Spring Break. We go every year as a family, and I begged and begged for her to come this year. It's for a whole week and I didn't really want to be stuck up there without her.
But my mom said "yes" and I'm really excited. My grandparents' house is beautiful and I'm so excited to hang out with her there. I just have to bring all my grades up to at least a C, which isn't to hard because I only have 3 or so that are D's.

Prom:

These little kids yesterday yelled at me and Kara for holding hands in her neighborhood. Two of them just like, popped out from behind a car and yelled "EW! I saw you guys holding hands by the high school. You guys are so gross!" and I immedietly started screaming back at them. Maybe I was meaner then I should have, but I got really pissed when they were screaming at the high school too. They were all on this little bridge thing like "WOO! Go get her, that's riiight," and stuff. I mean, they couldn't have been older than 12 but it was really rude and uncalled for. So after they said the thing in her neighborhood, I was just screamed "FUCK YOU" and they screamed back "Ooo, good one" and I was like "How about I come over there and kick your ass! What are you, like 12?!" and then they said something else stupid and I just said "Yeah, don't talk to me until your balls drop, asshole!" and walked away, fuming. I wish they kept it going. I had so much to say to them. Anytime someone says something about me and Kara, I get really defensive. Like stupid black kids in the hall like "yo, iz dat two girlz?". UGH. Get over it!
I don't even care. I love Kara with every fiber of my being.

Right now I'm in a weird kind of mood. I'm not completely happy, but not sad. I don't really know what to do with myself. I feel like a waste of space. I feel like things are a routine and a cycle, and I want to break it. Summer was over too fast. Even though that sounds like lyrics to a pop-punk song, it's extremely true. When did this year fly by? I'm super impatient but the future freaks me out (more song lyrics). Time is killing me. I want summer to come...but I don't. I don't want my junior year to be over. I don't want to take the SAT's. I don't want to worry about my grades and college. I don't want my parents to give up on me. I want more time to bring my grades up and lose weight and actually enjoy things. I love my friends and my life, don't get me wrong. I just want to come home after a really, really good day and be like "Gosh, that was amazing". It seems like that doesn't happen too often anymore. I want a lot off stuff.
Like sleep.
So I'm going to get some.

Oh! I found this bed and I'm going to get it for my house when I'm older :D

G'Night :) <3