I am the heart that you call home.

The minute you walk away, I miss you. We can do this. I know we can. Next year is going to be so hard. We'll make it. I just gotta keep telling myself this. You're the only thing I write about anymore. Mainly because you're the only thing I'm thinking of. God, how pathetic am I. I don't even have a life. I tred through the halls like a fucking zombie, not caring. I need to step up my schoolwork. I need to get this party monkey off my back. I haven't done anything remotely wreckless since the 4th of July. You can do this Emily, stick to your faith. I'm trying to stay strong, not just for myself, but for my friends and family. Because I'm the good one. I'm the respectful one, the one who does whatever her grandparents want. The one who NEVER thinks negative thoughts, or does anything bad. The one the family knows will be okay. Except I won't. I'm scared I'll drown without you. I'm scared you'll leave me. Gahh, kill me now. I'm happy just in your presense. Can I just fastforward these next couple of years? I'm this naive teenager who believes in love. Which I do. I completely do. You've been gone for an hour and I still can feel you beside me.