* s t a r d u s t a g a i n s t a p a l e s k y *

A falling star is a phenomenon to an adult and magic- a miracle- to a child. Who's right? Things are what you define them. So who am I? I guess it's up to you...


I need a change. I don't belong in this bubble. So many people I know talk about leaving but they're too scared.

I really really miss Shannon, and I want to go to Belmont and study there, with her. I don't want to drop out of school and I don't want to stay here either. I love love love these people but for some reason I just don't fit-- chapel credits, philosophy, 3 years of a language.

I mean, I don't know. But I'm seriously considering a move. I know my mom won't like it but sometimes just because you stay somewhere doesn't mean it was the best thing for you to do.

Counseling really is helping. And I think I'm going to be okay. Cashmere is coming to see me on Saturday.

I guess it won't be so bad that everything reminds me of you, if you're not a distant star that is lost somewhere in the clouds. It's nice. It meant a lot. But I can hear that it's over. I just didn't want to. It doesn't mean I'm going to stop dreaming on your pillow at night though. :-P


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