Already midnight, but it's not so unusual for me to be up and awake in the late hours. Usually I'm cramming for a big test or writing essays. All the fun things of St. Margarets. It's getting dull really fast though.
I used to think of this place as my prison, but then I come back to Everwood and I'm even more suffocated. Either way, I suppose I will do better here for now. But I know that I can never call this place home.
Sigh. I should get some precious beauty sleep.