A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance.

I'm leaving for 2 weeks in 4 days.
I don't want to leave. I tried making a deal with my mom, but I'm still gonna go. She's promised me a lot of things though, so I'm not letting her ignore that. I'm not letting her ruin my next 4 days either. I don't care if it's my sister's birthday. I'm enjoying myself.
Wow, I'm selfish.

I want a car. I want to pick you up. I don't know how I'll see you today.
Maybe I can get a ride or something.

I'm in love with the band Foreign Born. I've been listening to them almost constantly since yesterday. Along with Streetlight Manifesto. I'm trying to figure out the song that I fell to, but sadly I don't remember much of that moment. I wish I could take it back. Whatever.

I decided that I'm going to convince my mom to let me text on this trip. That way I can keep in contact with people a little better. I think that's why I hate family vacations so much. I don't want to miss anything. And I feel like I won't be able to...protect you? I know that's not it. But I think that's the best way to put it into words.