Leaving Town

Regrets about leaving..
-I will never get my favorite book back.
-No Sean for three months.
-Depression from being lonely....
BLAH.

So in all honesty I have determined that maybe, three? people care that I am leaving, excluding family, because I have been telling everyone and anyone about my trip and no one has asked to hang out with me before I leave. No one has called me and been like hey, wanna go out one last time? Yeah, its only three months, but still. People are so fake. I have realized since I am not immature and I dont act like I am 12, that no one wants anything to do with me? People "do not have time," for me. Wow. I really thought the people that I call friends cared about me more than that. I feel so loved guys, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Oh and guess what kiddys!? I am not allowed to make my own decisions still. Is that just not the best damned thing ever? No one told me about the family reunion the saturday before I leave, but I am going supposedly, oh and a surprise trip to six flags out of the blue, and to top it all off, my car is beign shoved down my throat the last few days I have in town, and and and! I have to go get my permit too. Awesome, right? Do I get to relax? Did I get to party at all this summer? I had no birthday party. I have been packing and stressing and packing and stressing and having to do this that and the other. I just cant wait to say screw you guys and finally leave.

Whatever happened to people who actually love each other?