A Psychic's Prayer by Kayla deMontague

[Kayla deMontague]

I have not been adjusting well here. I want to go home, I miss Station, I miss mom.. Most of all I miss my brother. I tried to play my violin in the theater, I kept hitting the wrong key. How do I expect to be successful if I keep messing up. Ontop of it all, I think things are on the rocks between Ashton and I, He keeps pushing me to go tot he "next stage" of things. I don't thing I am prepared to do so.

Though I have made one confirmed friend and I am close to making friends with another student here. Though my differing perspectives tend to push others away. I also got myself a pack of cigarettes again. Nobody knows it but I smoke. My safe spot is in the park near Westy's. Its my deep dark thing that I don't share with anybody else. I hand roll it like they did in the Europe during World War 2.

But in fashion news, I got myself a killer beret! A Raspberry colored one. But that was cause Ian started to sing it when I wore it around him. My internship at Supertemps ended as well. They threw me a party. I miss them all so much. I can only hope I make as good as an impression on the folks here.

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