Do you feel strange on the inside?

The same old feeling are here, lurking and threatening to eat me alive.

I need to go somewhere. Somewhere new. Somewhere in the mountains, I think. I want to camp and be able to see the stars.

I'm feeling lonely. I want someone, but I don't want to stick my neck out and say "pick me!" I keep telling myself that I need to have more courage, but let's face it, I'm a coward. The mere thought of talking to someone I don't know, male or female or whatever, makes me want to find a hole. I've become a lot more antisocial within the last year. I can go for a full day without talking, and it doesn't bother me until I realise it.

I need a change.

Next fall can't come soon enough. This time next year, I'll be in Maine. I'll be somewhere I've never even seen before, and I can't wait.

No, seriously. I can't wait. At all.

We have poison in our pockets.

No word from the boy from the bus, but it's okay. I'm not dwelling and being weird like I usually do. Tonight on the bus, I'll hope to see someone cute, but it won't matter either way. I'll probably just sleep.

I haven't heard from Luis in a while, and I hate to say it, but I'm relieved.

My mom and I will call my Aunt Bev. Soon. Like, this week. She's the one who keeps forgetting, and she's the one who knows her number. It's not like returning a call to some weird old lady you sew with. We have to call her.

I have to talk to her again. Just one more time. That's all.

That's all.