Is the same person I used to know still there?

I don't care.
What a perfect way to put it Mr. Jorgensen.
If only I could say I didn't care.

I went and saw Dear John before reading it today.
Amanda pointed out a lot of the differences.
It's okay, though, I got to spend time with her.
Since they now have to rush the wedding.
Chris is getting sent back to Afghanistan and they have to have the wedding before he gets shipped out.
Because, you know, there's a chance he won't come back.
Well, he'll come back, but there's not insurance that it's not in a box.

"Sing me a song, tell me about
The things you're dealing with lately
I don't understand how you could
Sing to me lies, let them linger
Inside of me, give me a reason-"
Oh, The Scene Aesthetic, if only you knew...

I feel like I was supposed to mention something important here.
Oh.
I remember now.
If certain people find out, I'm screwed.
I messaged Tayler on her birthday.
I told her that I didn't like the way things had left off between us.
And that I would change them if I could.
I told her I'm sorry.
I told her that I never forgot her birthday.

When she answered me, to be honest, I expected it to be harsh.
I expected it to be her telling me off.
I've always expected the worse, I suppose.
It wasn't though.
She said thank you, and told me she still thought about me.
She said she was moving across the country...

I feel better about things now.
I don't feel as though I've got grudges buried inside.
But I know I do.
I'm currently clutching three tightly in the back of my mind and in the pit of my stomach.
I'm not sure I'll ever really be ready to let them go...

That isn't the point.
Today is suppoed to be a better day because I haven't seen my dad for more than a half a second.

DAMMIT CHEYENNE IT'S GREY!
Regardless of colour or name.
Well, to me at least.

Anyway.
I get the feeling I'm only rambling.
Not like it really matters, right?
No one really ever leaves comments.

School is out until next Monday.
I really can't stay here.
And no one is allowed to be snowed in with me.
You know, in case Mother has to stay home.
Who would want to stay here anyway?
The tension is so thick in my house you could cut it with a knife.
Even when Dad isn't home, no one is at ease.

I have to go.
My computer is being super queer.
Goodbye.