I hate going to school. Maybe it's because it's the end of the year or something. But I fucking hate it.

I hate walking through campus while on a bathroom break during class and looking around and feeling like I should cry because nothing's exciting and fun like I want it to be.

But summer's coming. I wanna spend the nights up late somewhere that's always open with someone who can put up with me for more then 12 years going on 13. Because ya know, it helps when someone fucking knows how I feel and wants to protect me when freaky stalker guys show up. I love her.

But ya know, I want a boyfriend. The whole point of holding on to Paul to keep warm is to have some kind of security, that's the only way I can feel like I'm safe away. When someone's hugging me or just holding me close to them.

I hate wanting things and then not doing any shit about it.