I don't know why I even bother to write in this journal. It's kind of pointless because I don't feel like I can be honest because everyone know who I am and my real life friends sometimes visit this site and I'm sure they read my journal. Maybe they don't, but----i don't know. This just doesn't seem to make any sense because I never write about what I really want to write about. And since journals are supposed to be a way of expressing your feelings, what good is this doing me? I may take it down. It's starting to become more of a problem than it is fun.

I went to the camp Christmas party this weekend. It was so much fun. It was so great to see everyone again. It made me realize how much I want to go to OU though. Kim and I have been talking, and we're going to try to figure out a way to go there and room together next fall. I wish we could so much!! I'm just tired of being here. I've lived here all my life, and I'm really ready for a change. On my own, without my parents within a mile of me for once in my life. I mean, I love my parents more than anything, but i'm 18 years old. I want to be out on my own for a while.

That's all. I'm sick of this. If anyone has an opinion about what I should do with my journal, they can email me or page me. Bye.

love, Sara :)