At a red light in the sunshine on a Sunday, nothing to say.

Reality is starting to set in. I need to grow up. I need to move on. I need to make life better for me. I need to stop listening to everyone else and do what is best for me. I don't care what has happened in the past, it's time to move on. I can't let my feelings get the best of me anymore. I've never been a religious person, but what if I have always been wrong. As irrational as it seems, I need something to look forward to. I'm only human. Maybe it's because I'm 18, struggling to take care of myself, need direction, and someone to tell me what to do. I'm just tired. I can sleep all day and never be satisfied. I'm sorry if I've ruined anything for you. I do it a lot. I just want to be happy. But in reality, isn't that what everyone wants? I'm hoping once I go home I'll be better. I need to get out of this place. I hate that I have to try and impress everyone here. In other news, I miss my best friend. Daniele was always there for me and I abandoned her like an old Christmas toy. I feel terrible about it. I can't help it but I grew up and it was bound to happen. I believe that I completely abandoned everything that had to with Prattville. I can't wait to pick things back up and keep moving on. I hate that I did that, but it happens. You're only 18 once, right? I think the solution to my problems is one visit to the hair stylist away. I need to change my hair. As weird as it sounds, that's the only way I get absolute closure. Weird, right? I can't clean up this mess, but I've tried. It wasn't even my fault. Why do I try so hard? It's because I want everyone to like me. I want to be everyone's favorite. I'm sorry.