I comb the crowd and pick you out. My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out.

It starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed, to "I swear," I say.

Amanda, Lizzi, don't even worry about what happened.
Liz, as much as you want to know, I know you don't, and just by hearing that you can probably assume what it was about. If you really want to know, you can press me later, but you probably wouldn't want to.

It's normal for me to start feeling bad like that. It's called 'down time.' But seriously, don't worry. I'm fine.

So, Carl is going to be gone for a week. And here's the part where you say, "Oh god, Andrea's gonna start ranting about how she's so lonely and depressed and that she misses him and blah, blah, blah." But I'm not. Sure, it will be a long time, especially for the summer. It's only been 5 days since the spree started and it already feels like it's been here forever.

Tomorrow will be hard though. Fireworks are kind of our thing, you know? I mean, after what happened last year and all. He's not going to be here this year, and it kind of puts a damper on things. The hardest part will be explaining to my dad why I don't want to come with him. I mean, it's something we've done ever year, since... forever. It's not that he'll make me go or something, or even interrogate me about it, but I feel bad for missing out.

The only thing is, what to do during the fireworks? I sure as hell am not going to go to my mom's house just to get away from them.

Put your ear to the speaker, choose love or sympathy, but never both.

Anyways, I feel bored. I guess summer has fully hit me. I can finally sleep in late because I realize that I actually don't have anywhere to go. It doesn't feel like the weekend anymore, it feels like "I am finally free to do anything and everything I've wanted to do and there really are no time constraints." Now, when I make plans, I don't focus everything around "This Saturday," or "Next weekend." It can be tomorrow, or tonight, and no one objects to it. It feels... really nice, and I'm sure I don't need to explain to you all because you're all picking up what I'm putting down.

The only problem is finding enough things to fill my time with.
Maybe I could just spend three consecutive days at someone's house? xD

To the love, I left my conscience pressed
Through the keyholes I watched you dress
Kiss and tell
Loose lips sink ships.