My Life As Someone Else

Oh! So I hit nineteen. Not too much of a difference, I suppose. But not that anyone was really waiting for one, eh? I wish I was able to sing. I love singing. I just can't sing so that other people want to hear it.

I think about moving a lot. Not sure where. I mean, I don't have any money. But I could get a job. I have a resume. It's got stuff on it. Actually, my resume got deleted when our computer crashed, but you know. Where should I move to? Somewhere far. Actually, maybe not too far. I would miss my mom a lot. But starting over is starting to sound more and more appealing. Like Nana. Just pack a few of my things and go. Except those girls were going to something. I don't have anyone anywhere else. Where am I gonna pack up and go to...?