InsaneJournal

Now that school is over, I'm kind of bored. I mean, I still have my other art classes, but other than that, I'm not really sure what to do around here. I don't drive, but I asked Marcel if I could get my permit soon, so I don't really have my own form of transportation and this area is a lot different than New Orleans.

Then there's the dreams that have been repeating. Actually, it's just been the ritual part, which is more like a nightmare. I feel so bad for those other girls. I know they're not real, but I can't help it.