dear j,
it's been a bit. im sorry.
so many things are going on at once, and i find myself constantly wishing being on the moon. sounds wonderful, dont it? no worries, being able to be away from everything that makes you unremarkably upset.
i knew how much you wanted me to take my meds. and i am. second week, actually. not that you'd care, but a girl can dream.
we get our report cards on wednesday (tummorow). im scared, we all know how horrible i am at school (unfortunately, not even one subject is an exception. though, im getting better at math!). and this past on going year has yet to help in the attention category.
i found myself talking to the moon today. or tonight, really.
no one else would listen. kayla was getting mad at me, and called her mum, saying I 'ripped her Monopoly money.' ok, so maybe her 50 dollar bill is now somewhere in the digestive system of a filthy-mutt-we-call-gizmo, but hey! we. were. joking.
So then Elaine got mad at me, and Kayla put the game away and went upstairs to talk to her 'friend' (ya know, the one who causes ALL OF THE FURKIN DRAMA? yeah) halliey, or whatever, on fFaceTime
So of course I went to something that'd always be there, and listen. the moon.
I had stood at my window for an hour. an. hour.
Doing what, though you may not care? talking.
about everything.
i wish i belonged on the moon. i want to be a constellation, j.
i miss you j, ill see you on the moon one day..
signed,
