This is my last private place to share my thoughts.

I missed Ryan today, I cried, felt dumb about it.

I hate being home because Marisa's my only friend here.

I just end up spending a lot of time by myself wishing I were somewhere else. If I were in Vermont I would have places to go and people to meet and little private corners to hide in when I'm sad.

This isn't poetic. My posts haven't been poetic lately, I don't really care. Writing exactly how I feel about things is poetic in its own way. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm tired.