Multiple months into living here, and I'm still missing everyone from Ohio. EVERYONE. I'm even missing that snobby rich kid that probably hated me. How?! I've even managed to make a couple of friends here, so it's not me just wanting friends... *sigh* it'll go away in time, I guess. Moving sucks. Oh well. No use dwelling on it. Being sad over what you can't change is pointless. It most likely will be extremely insignificant to me by the morning, for some reason all my life problems seem worse when I stay up late... (I hate you, homework, making me do that)
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Randomness of the Encrier
RandomI just occasionally write about some random thing in my life here sometimes? Yeah, that's basically how this kind of book goes...
