Random Life

I'm so sick of people. Sometimes I wish that everyone would go to Mars or Jupiter for a day and leave me alone on the Earth to roam and wander. I've been feeling very fake lately. Anyone know what I mean? I feel like I'm not me, like I'm pretending, even though I'm not.

I've started writing a play. I was inspired. Right now, it's shit, but who knows what it may become.

When Heidi was over on Saturday, we had to call Will because we had some questions. My mom just said to me "Sara, why don't you invite Bill over to help you study", I'm all like "Bill?", and she says "yes...", then I got it. I started laughing. The idea of Will at my house amused me. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop laughing.