I'm bored.
Like, really bored.
Ugh.

Here we go. Copy-pasted from my blog.

Do you think that the wishes that you made on a star were granted? Have any of you guys actually wished on a star and had that wish come true? It's never, ever happened to me before. I wonder...Where do these "myths" come from? Who made them up? Did that person really have their wish granted? If so, was it fate? Or did it really happen?

Why? Why can't we run away from our problems? It would make it so much easier. But no. Karma's a bitch. And it comes back, biting your butt -.-

I miss you. I really do. (No, not that person. Not ------ either. Not who you think it is.) I miss the memories, the fun times, the reassurance. I was fine in seventh grade. Seventh grade....didn't like anybody (I didn't. I really, truly, didn't. So don't come up to my face saying I did. Because I DID NOT), drama was reduced...Life was fun. I didn't miss anything. But now. I realized that next year, I won't have Theresa. I won't have a lot of my friends. We'll all be splitting up, I may never see some of you guys again. And I wanted to make eighth grade the best year of my life. I wanted to enjoy it, to have memories that would last forever. I'm sad. I just realized, that I can't live life the way it was in seventh grade. Sixth grade. I don't need to talk about sixth grade. We were very oblivious in sixth grade. But eighth? I need...I'm not really sure what I need. I just...feel like something is missing. What, you ask? I'm not sure. I just feel...it's that I need someone to share memories with. The perfect person? Theresa. The reason why I can't? I have no classes with her. At all. It's stupid. Completely ridiculous. So I can't. And, it just doesn't fit. Even when I'm around my best friend, I'm having the time of my life, but that doesn't seem to be what I'm looking for.

Something is missing. And I don't know what.