Do I Get A Say?

The past few days have been iffy. Explo has gone by so freakin fast. I really love the people here and I will miss all of them so much.

Just like home, people worry about me more then they need to. I may be depressed, I may cut, but if I want help I will get it. If I wanna cut, I will. Its my body and I should have the right to do what I want with it even if it kills me.
But people have been talking about me, my close friends. and I know it. They go off... two of them at a time. And they talk. Glance over at me once or twice. No smiles on their faces. I'm sure they talk about stuff besides me but I feel like I do come up in the conversation at least once. They all know and I understand they want to help. But do I want help? Do I get a say? That should be up to me.

Well tonight for main event there was a college fair. I love those. I like seeing my options, what lies ahead for me. I went to every table and there were a few that interested me.
Hampshire College. Its in Amherst Massachusetts. How they explained it is you design everything. I want to major in history, but I don't know what kind yet. But with them I dont have to stick to a strict type. I can pick ANY thing I want. I can only study African history if I want. History of Indians in New York State. The Russian Revolution. I dont have to learn all that other crap if I don't want to. I can get to the point and do 100% of what I love. That's what really interests me.

Well now I think I am boring you to death and I'm really sorry. So yeah. Goodnight!

~SilverMoon