Silly of me to hope that things would be different. With another year not to look forward to....all I want to do is lock myself in my room and watch tons of movies and escape it all sometimes. I want to leave my room smelling like that new car smell. Maybe I can make up more stories in my mind of how things should be. Maybe France is only two steps away. Maybe someday somebody will pinch me and I will wake up to realize that this was a dream. Maybe all we are made up in some lil girl's imagination and we are dreams ourselves. Just maybe...