It's been a very long year.
I'm kinda suprised I've survived it.
From us getting together.
You getting kicked out.
And all the other shit we've been through.
I still somehow love you.
From the best friendships.
To no friendships at all.
We will never recover with you the way you are.
I need to set my goals for the summer.
What I want to complete before senior year.
Number 1. Independent. I want to rely on no one. At all.
That will be a challenge.
Number 2. I want to get rid of my boobs.
And if starving myself is the only way.
So be it.
I will get down to a B.