Butterflies-in-the-stomach amazing.

It's already November; senior year is flying by. A lot has happened in the last month, more than I think is even possible to type in the next hour and a half. So let me hit the main parts:


I lost, what used to be, my best friend, which turned out to be a rather... abhorrent ordeal. I can't say that I'm completely over it, and that's probably the difference in the two of us. I sometimes think about it, and wonder if it was worth saving. I guess it's better off that we aren't friends, because one thing that she did say to me was slightly correct. I am... was unstable. I was unstable because when it came to her I always felt lowly. In the one and a million chance that she were to read this, I honestly don't know what her reaction would be. Who cares if she tells all her new friends my feelings. Like I even said to her: she was my best friend. I still care about her, and wish the best for her.


It seems that this generation gets to deal with all those once in a lifetime things. For example, little Billtown finally got hit with a tornado. In all the years this town has been here, not once has it been hit; always being mercy d. It destroyed our town, our park, and people's homes. Our power was out for 24 hours, and I played board games with my older brother and Ellie. How lame. I guess the only good thing was we got school off for two days.


Class of 2008 only has six more months until graduation. I was just informed this about two seconds ago in a text message, and I got butterflies in my stomach. I remember being so ready to graduate and get the hell out of there, but now when I think about it I get rather nervous. I'm afraid to leave my friends, what I know, the same people that have always been there, and things just being the same. The everyday drama doesn't seem so dramatic, and what we're going to do on a Friday night, doesn't seem like such an impossible decision. No more big group trick-or-treating, no more late night excursions to campus, and no more obnoxious Saturday nights when its all you can do to stop laughing. I'm going to miss it, all of it.


I don't think I'm quite ready to leave yet...

Ciao.