The Diary of Bree Thomas.

Chapture Thirty Nine : The end.

Dear god.

It been a hole year sense I left.

Yesterday was my birthday.

I'm 18.

I told Taylor along time ago I was only 17.

He side he doesn't care.

I never went back to high school, and I don't plan on it either.

Collage is out of the question to.

I have a job now but,

I still play my guitar in the subway.

I'm a waitress at a local coffee shop.

But I still play that guitar I found in the dumpster.

I fixed it up a bit, put new strings on it.

I still live with Taylor and his brothers.

We are all really close.

I know I have only known Taylor for a couple months, but I know I love him.

And he loves me.

Love,

Bree