Friday Morning

I don't know where anyone is. I'm pretty sure my mom is with Leah, who's trying to get her license. My dad woke me up, but I think I slept for another half-hour. I'm eating banana bread oatmeal and Christina called me. I also have a very good grasp on everything that's been going on, but I need a little time to get my head together (which some people are not respecting, unfortunately). I do not like to be prodded. Even my subconscious doesn't like to be told it's wrong, but the rest of me knows it is, and it's slowly accepting that. I'll put a Band-Aid on my heart and get over it. Good conversation with Iz last night.