ReFUGE.

So, I was reading my best friend's blog, and i cried like every couple posts. I have no idea why. I just want out. I layed in my closet cause I go there to think, sleep, pray, cry. Anything. It's my refuge. Thought: two of my best friends layed in it this week. I wish they were here. Anyways, lately, I haven't been myself. I have, but I just don't know anymore. My mom used to be my best friend. I told her everything. Now, I don't like when she's home. I want to yell bad words at her because she pisses me off. I hope it's just a stupid teenage phase.
Another thing I noticed is I neverwant to skate anymore. It's not the same as it used to be. I don't think it's fun anymore. I hate thinking that. I don't want it to be just another thing I've quit. I've quit a lot.
I want to be myself again. To not have mental breakdowns every month and a half about. To spend more time with Lexie. To not get angry every time I talk to my mom. To not want to leave so badly. To not say bad words. Just be me.