A Number, Not A Name

I hate missing people. I seems as though I'm always missing and never missed. Tyson is probably going to stay in Kindersley for another week, and while I understand it is a fantasic opportunity to make a ton of cash, I can;t help but be selfish and want him to be HERE with ME. I know that is a flaw of mine. I'm selfish. Tyson is selfish, too, and that is why we argue sometimes. We're both princesses and both used to always getting our own way. Oh well. I like him lots anyway.

Anywho, I have a final tomorrow. Political Studies, to be exact. It should be fairly easy and I'm not too worried. I finally finished all those fricking essays I had, which is a relief. I seriously can;t wait until my last final is over. I'm so very stressed. Well, I'm out. Tah.

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