Where Are You?

A Letter to Adam:
I'm so mad! I want to shout a string a curse words (but I won't). I tried all day to get a ride to the movies so I could finally see Justin (haven't seen him since June), anf I can't get a ride! I don;t like him, I'm positive about that. and if you would ever pick up the phone or reply you would know who I like. I'm listening to this CD my friend burnt for me, it;s a bunch of hard rock/grunge. It seems to fit my mood right now. I feel like it could cliched as "mad at the world" (my mood). It seems like no one has the time to talk! at Highschool youthgroup, I hate it, it's so rushed, I don't get any time to talk to people. We meet at the beginning and talk, but it's all stupid, meaning-less stuff! We talk, we go inside and sing, then Chad gives a talk, then there's more meaning-less talking, I don;t get to talk to anyone really, there's just hugs and stupid big groups of people saying like 3 words a peice about a band, or a concert, or how they want to go do something. It's like everyone's to pre-occupied with hugging ppl goodbye and looking for people, that they never talk.