The good news is, I'm not even remotely attracted to anyone here... making it easier to just focus on being single, doing well in school, and getting over that boy. I can't even tell you how much I want to cry when I think about all the miles I logged on Route 46, or when I smell Camel filters or Brut, or hear Ghoul, or think about 9/11 truth...
Leaving home was a lot harder than I expected, too. My parents are keeping in touch, but I miss my brother so much. He's going to be sixteen, and I don't want to miss him growing up. I miss home, I miss Jersey, I miss my friends. High school was moderately boring, but safe. I guess this is a good way to grow.
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