I don't care. I don't care. I don't care about this world.

I'm kind of dead inside.

Like, I can't care.

Not that I don't care.

It's that I can't care.

And I don't care.

But what's the point?

My brother's moving out tomorrow.

I'm thinking we;ll be moving out in a few months.

We'll end up stopping the payments in a month and we'll get kicked out a couple months after that.

My mom mentioned moving to Oakhurst.

That would be cool. I could skate to school.

Walk somewhere for breakfast.

I'd love it

It's the closest thing t oa city I'd ever be living in.

The house would suck, I'm sure. But whatever.

I can live with that.

In a couple years I'm moving to San Francisco.

I think my mind's set.

I like it there.

It's crowded, but it's a good crowd.

You know?

I don't know why I'm writing like this.

I really don't.

Whatever.

I think-

GASP!

I've got an idea for my story.

Must.

Go.

Write.

BYE!