Two more days of my old school. One more week until Florida. One week and four days till I start my new school. I really don’t want her to forget about me. It’s so strange. I’m going to wake up one day and it’s going to be completely different. It’s so weird that it’s happening. I can’t believe that it’s happening. I’m moving. I’m moving away from everyone I love. I can’t. This is too hard. I can’t say goodbye. I don’t want to say goodbye. It’s going be the worst. I’m really bad at goodbyes.  I don’t want things to be different. I really hope it won’t be when I come back. I can’t believe I’m not going to have her anymore. But, I guess we all just have to grow up. People leave. Taylor left. I lived. Oh god. I don’t know if I can do this. I’m so scared. I don’t want to. I need to do so much shit. I need to say so many goodbyes. I can’t do this. I can’t. I should have kissed her more. She’s my best friend. I don’t think I’ve ever had a best friend. I don’t know what to think. I can’t. I can’t believe it’s all going to change in a week. I’m being so redundant and I don’t even care. I fell asleep last night holding her hand. And in a week I won’t even be able to see her. She makes me so sad. I don’t want to do this to her. And I’m scared. I’m scared for the future and everything that’s happening and I really hate growing up. I can’t see anything past tomorrow, you know? I don’t want to be forgotten. I can’t do this. I need to throw up. My tummy hurts. I love you.

So many goddamn periods.

  1. 12ozmouse said: is this like reverse psychology or am i really not supposed to read it
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