L. K. T.

Turns out the friend I wanted to live with this year isn't actually a friend but a moody, solely book-smart individual who is gaining weight and is a slave to commercial society.

There was a lot more to this entry but to be fair to her, I'll refrain from keeping it public. I'm just glad I'm moving. And even though I've lost her as a friend this year, I'm starting to realize, I don't give a flying fuck.