Half of the time we're going and we don't know where.
So, one of my best friends up and ran away. She took her mom's credit card (later withdrew 300 bucks), her car, the laptop, some cigarettes and pawned things off with some guy. One of his friends said they were going to California. She just left... all of us. She is a missing person. There really are a lot of surprises to life. So I am sitting here in Jessica's house. She is decorating her holiday tree with black and white paper for Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I just finished a wonderful salad and Papa John's breadsticks (because she works there... so I get a discount) and now I am blogging.
We are all taking this one pretty hard. After she tried to kill herself, we didn't really know what to expect. But we didn't expect this.
Desperate times call for desperate breadsticks, I guess.
Things have just been real weird.