I think I'll be okay...maybe. It was hard to see you go but I know that you're going to somewhere better. I just worry about you being okay, I don't want you to be hurting. I guess that before long you'll have forgotten about this, you won't really care as much as you become more involved with your work and meet new people. I know that before long you're not going to have time for me anymore, I'll just be irritating to you. I guess that when you reach the point when I irritate you then I really won't be okay anymore. I just hope that no matter what, you're okay.
Yes, I'm at home, I'm dreading going back to school tomorrow because I think that's going to be the thing that really makes your leaving real to me, like it's going to finalize it. I've been sitting around looking through uniform pieces (trying to find long sleeves) and packing together school supplies and all I can think of is you. Wishing that you were doing the same even though I know you're better off where you are, and that you really don't want to be back here in this stupid town.
If you haven't guessed already, this last bit of freedom fells like a prison. Home is just the bars of it.