I do this thing where I plan out exactly what I’m going to blog, a legit personal blog post, but then never get around to doing it. And you wanna know why? Because no one cares, but that’s really beside the point. It isn’t supposed to matter whether or not anyone cares, whether or not any of you care, but I guess I just can’t bring myself to do it either way. I feel like it’ll all turn into a gigantic bundle of rambles and I won’t even be able to understand what I was thinking.
I tell you what, though… I think a lot. And all it really does is make me miss my best friends. It makes me miss you, because you’re a retard and moved to Texas, now I have no one to  tell my secrets to. And you know how I get about talking on the phone; I just hate it. It makes me miss you, because I tell you a lot of stuff, but I’m kind of worried that you’ll judge me, because that’s something that you do. As for you, well… I always miss you. You never judge me or anything. You’re always so excited to hear my secrets and I know you’ll keep them. The sad thing is that I have someone to tell my secrets to, yet there’s a lack of trust and it just makes me want to keep things to myself.

Ew, Brittany, you’re being such a girl. Please stop.