I want out.
Last night mom came home with documents showing that I will be spending a month in some camp and will be escorted there by police. What have I done? Sorry my friend ashed on your dirty deck, sorry you had to beat the shit out of me for it, sorry I pushed you. A month of my summer that I needed so badly you're just going to rip out of my life? I needed what I have right now, these days are filled with such disaster. How did it get this bad?
I'm going to regret saying this but I think I might be in love.
Then on some days I'll laugh that thought off.
Either way this love isn't saving my life.
Written on the hood of that cop car; "Don't forget to dream".
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