Single People.

They're officially the best people in the world to me. They don't have boyfriend or girlfriend problems. They don't come to me complaining about something their "mate" has done or hasn't done. They don't bitch and whine about how they can't see someone or how bad they want to. They never have to worry about if the person they "love the most in the whole world" is lying to them. To top of the amazingness, they realize how truly horrible it is when no one wants you. So, I officially need a single person to talk to. You know who I have left? Raymond. And I'm not sure he even wants to talk to me. I doubt it. No one ever does.

This makes me really miss Maalik. It was really awkward and interesting talking to him. (: I like conversations like that. Especially since he's so agreeable and understanding. Did I ever talk to someone like him? I don't think so. We agreed on the horrible people and the people we wish we hadn't changed to fit in. Even though he brought up Charlie, it felt good for someone to actually ask me my side without knowing the lies that had been poured out. It felt good for someone to say they were sorry, to bring up the points I wanted to be said, and to ease out of it instead of dragging me through the misery. I don't remember why I ever avoided that kid or why I was mean to him that one time he rode my bus, but I'm glad he either didn't remember it, or didn't care. (: He was genuinely nice to me. When's the last time I got to say that?

So, Maalik Scott, thank you for being who you are. I won't forget our conversation. (: I hope we have another one sometime soon. I found myself missing talking to you, after only one conversation. Talking to a boy again must have gotten to me. Sorry if I freaked you out by that weak threat. Haha. I didn't really mean it. You could tell Alec if you wanted to, I would have gotten over it. (: Wow. I'm rambling and you'll never read this. Oh well. This feels good to say. (:

Serena is picking me up after youth on Thursday. I'll be spending the night with her and then we're going to meet Mom at the movie theatre in the afternoon. This is going to sound so incredibly nerdy, but we're going to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I'm looking forward to it, but I need to read that book again.

So, I have a lot to do faster than I expected. I have to do laundry tomorrow and pack on Thursday and wear jeans until I leave for camp. It won't be so bad. (:

Which brings me to camp. I'm leaving on Saturday. I guess Cierra will be following us up there. I'm going to have so much fun. I hope Michal is my counselor again. She was so amazing. I hope Andy's there too. (: I GET TO SEE NICK! He's so cute. (: I'll be in contact with boys again. It's a great feeling. (:

I won't have the internet or my phone, but I will be writing Dakota the world's longest letter of my "adventures". Haha. I promised I'd send her a letter. (: It'll probably take more than one stamp with how much that thing's going to weigh. It's okay though. I know she'll read it. (: It'll only be the second letter I've ever mailed. Haha.

Can somebody PLEASE tell me what's wrong with this, because I can't figure it out:

Dread filled the pit of Adele’s stomach as she forced her eyes open. A stark white ceiling filled her blurry vision and she groaned, suddenly taking notice of an ache that her entire body had surrendered to. Closing her eyes and biting back a scream of agony, Adele pushed herself up in the uncomfortable bed. Smells of the hospital entered her nose and she could almost taste the antiseptic in the air. Amnesia seemed to be the culprit of robbing her of memory. She had no idea how she’d ended up in the hospital. Whether she’d been brought in by ambulance or someone else’s hand was a mystery. One thing she was certain of was that she hadn’t checked herself in. Never would she dare. Not with the alarming possibilities.
Opening her eyes, she let out a glass-shattering shriek, the explanation she’d been hoping for, smacking her in the face. A familiar man sat in a worn, stained chair at the foot of the bed, staring into Adele’s forest green eyes. Several nurses hurried into the room, checking monitors and asking her if she was okay, but no answer flew from her mouth, only screams of horror.


Thanks.(:
I'm done.
Goodnight.