So I'm grounded.
My mother's fuming.
And for the first time in my life
I'm at a loss for words.

Hell, I've got nothing more to lose.
Don't we love mistakes?

Why can I not sleep?
Ever.
This is seriously growing old.
I just wanna sleep ten hours straight.
Not three hours, not four hours, not two.
Ten whole hours and call me Baby.
Just gimme the time.
I wanna count sheep&
Dream a little dream.
So, dream a little dream for me.

Sure thing it's been a while.
But it's never too late to start anew.
I'm ashamed of last night.
Of making my father worried.
Of coming back an hour an a half past curfew.
Of SEX ME.
Love Sandwich.
Letting him touch my leg.
Buying my ticket.
Speeding.
Involving a friend.
But most of all,
Pretending to be someone I'm not.
And frankly, I'm sorry.

-Michelle

I've come to realize that I'm a very jealous person and, you know, this flavor doesn't suit me well. What I need is the flavor of love.

-Michelle