July 14, 2003
There's something wrong with this summer. It feels uptight and stressful. I don't feel like it should be half over. I've hardly done anything. I feel like my mom is looking over my shoulder, I feel like I have a world of things to do to get ready for college. I want to puke. I want to stop and sleep. I want to run away. I want to be lazy. I want to hang out with friends. I've hardly even seen any of them. To make things worse, Silvia is in Romania and has been for something like a month.