In my last sorrow filled goodbye letter, I changed and you didnt even notice, All I know is that it's for the better, You've been hanging over me like darkness.
Moving has become a lifestyle for me. I can never picture my life without it. I've lived in Hollywood, California, Boston, Massachusetts, and Montgomery, Alabama. I've traveled Italy, Britain and Greece. My recent adventure was Quebec, Canada and now it's off to New York City, New York. Moving isn't as fun as it sounds. My mother is a fashion designer and being 15 in my sophomore year of high school just makes it down-right annoying. It's not fair that just because Mother moves I have to. I've never lived anywhere long enough to be in a relationship or even long enough to get to know a guy. Mother said we should be in New York for a while, so I could make some really good friends. Yeah she says that but she doesn't mean it. She said that when we moved to Quebec and when I finally got comfortable it was moving time. So here I am again, on Mother's privet jet, heading to the new Penthouse on 5th avenue at the "Striker Hotel"
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