A good entry.

Okay, to be honest, I feel like I’m moving away from who I am.

It’s weird, I can’t write well in this, and it bothers me, and

Ughidonno.

Should it bother me?

Anyway, I feel like I have no alone time right now. I’m with Mike a lot, I mean since we’ll be moving in together in New York, and he likes movies, I run my ideas past him, see how it goes, in his mind,

But.

(Fuck good writing grammar, I write how I speak. From now on.)

He’s not Brandon. I guess it’s just all in that sentence. He makes me laugh, but not

All the time. Does someone really have to, though?

And sometimes I feel like he’s needy.

(Okay, fuck writing with bad grammar, I’ll do what I want.)

I mean I’m needy.

I have problems, where, I’m needy on My time. If you’re needy and I don’t feel it, Fuck It. It’s My Time.

Everything is my rules. I want to be in control.

Pick a song, but it better be one I like.

I hate my writing in this. But I need to say this that:

I’m so self-centered. Me.

And I need My time.

And he needs My time.

(In a friend way, don’t worry, not that you are.)

I’m keeping the college pre-pay and packing my things up and moving to New York City, next summer.

For the first year, I’ll just work.

Then I’ll go to two years of college.

Just in case.

Or, I’ll at least save the money until I really do need it for something.

Sometimes my parents can rock, can be very understanding.

Right now is one of those moments.

Just let me sleep and be alone. Just let me be what I want when I want.

Me fucking me.