I read an entry from a year ago today in my old diary. And I feel pretty much exactly the same. The only different thing is that I'm not all torn up from my crush on Confuscious. It's really depressing... I'm exactly the same. This is what I hate about being a teenager.
Six more days of being fifteen.
For my birthday we're going bowling the day after, and I'm kind of riled about that. I invited Con, but I don't know if he's going to come. If he does, I might just die. I haven't seen him in 2 years nearly, and even then I barely talked to him. I really want him to come..
Enew just asked me what I was doing tomorrow, and I pretty much know the reason why she asked; she wants me to go to church with her or something of that nature. But to be honest, I really don't want too. Sure I know people now unlike I did more than a year ago, but I still feel really out of place there. And it has been a long, long time since I've been to her church. She asked me if I wanted to go to Long Beach with her, my aunt, and Grammy, so we'd help my uncle with stuff, for the day. And then she asked me if I wanted to go to church, I knew there was a catch. But I don't know, maybe I should go to church. It has been awhile since I've gone.
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.