My mom always told me that it was better to have just a few close friends, rather than a large group. Quality, not quantity. Usually, that's a wonderful rule to live by, and it works well for my lack of social skills. But then what happens when they all go away?
Jackson left for Cuba last night. I do have other friends, but one's across town, and one's in New York. The rest don't exist.
I'm afraid to go to school today. Sitting alone in high school hallways is quite possibly the worst feeling ever.
My hair falls over my face, and the douche bags in muscle cars shout "razorblades". I read a book, and the stoners come over and wave their d