Life's been shitty. No really. Beneath everything, its shit. I should write a letter to her. A final letter. School's been different. Guess a change of environment's nice. For the time being. I couldn't sleep last night. I don't know if it was the grumbling from my stomach, the cold breeze scraping across my face, or the lingering thought of her. I should dump my phone into the trash. Technology kills real emotions. Please don't take me for granted. Please. Please.