The Science of Jessica

- good friends. Like way back in the day, freshman and sophomore year. My friends felt more like family. But I guess they weren’t really true friends or we’d be friends still.
- not knowing the truth. I was really never it and it hurts like hell to know that. I was just the in-between girl. I let go completely and was entirely let down, over and over again. I was stupid, but at least I was happy.
- home. I hate moving. I hate not feeling safe. I miss when it
was just me and mom.
- summer 08. Because last
summer, being happy wasn’t so
hard.

To be continued.

I don’t remember a lot about the past year.
I’m sure it happened and I remember the general gist of events, but … It seem more like a dream than anything that really happened.

I miss the things I can’t get back.
I’ve entirely reverted back to my old self, which seems pretty pointless, but this is how I’m staying happy. And it’s working out so well. I still get sad from time to time, but its a smaller sad, less exact and less concentrated. Something I can deal with.

I want many things from the coming years. It’s almost time for graduation, and it srsly seems like only yesterday that the year started. It has come and gone so fast, it’s ridiculous. But I can’t wait to get out of high school and start living. Get away from all these people and start anew.

I won’t miss much of high school.

/end.

Me - You’re hearing things. Claire - You’re … saying things. Me - Yes, Yes I am.