Mood;; pissed
Music;; She's So Sorry - Hedley

It sucks. The last five days have been what I would personally consider living in a hellzone. I found out I was moving from my cozy life here in 'Sauga to the far off province of Newfoundland at the end of the school year. I'd have to leave my friends, my big brother, my acting, my school, and most importantly the love of my life. My Prince Novocaine. My drug of choice.

A lot of teens say they're in love and shit. And they'll go around having sex and screwing around and making plans to be married and other equally pathetic bullshit, but I know what I have the Novocaine is the real thing. I know this because we hardly every fool around, we just like h a n g i n g o u t, and we didn't have sex until after eight months because we wanted to be sure it was the right choice first. My Prince and I can safely say we have a 'real teenage romance' that may even be considered on most levels a 'real love'.

I have to leave all that behind though. I have to pack up my life and leave. All because it's the best thing for my family and I hate being mature about it and I hate how I can't cry over it and I mostly hate how I can't be a normal teenager and just break down. I just want to scream and cry. But I can't, because I know better. I know that I have to be the strong one. I know that I have to leave.

Nobody's taken it very well. My big brother was the best for it though and just sort of nodded. He understands, and he trusts that it isn't a permenant goodbye; that I'll get to see him for holidays. I appreciate that he didn't cry 'cause I know it was actually hard for him. We're only two years appart so we're closer than most siblings.

My friends have all cried. They didn't take the news well. I know they'll all be okay though. I've been teaching them all that I have to, and it looks like I'm done. I love them all desperatly though, and it's hard to picture life without them.

But I'll grit my teeth and smile.

Sealed With a Kiss