I just read through my whole journal and I said a lot of things. At the time I meant them, and its good to be able to read certain entriesand revisit those times. That summer with the four of us on the porch every night, eating nutella with our fingers, come on, who wouldnt want to do that all over again? I do so much, I think so much. I think too much? Ha. I can't start again. Gods know what I'll do. I'm going to college. Fuck.