It’s now one week into my summer vacation. It’s quite relaxing. I spent most of my time hanging out with my best friend, sometimes coming home after midnight. It’s probably driving my parent’s insane, but they’re getting used to it by now. It’s a little weird since I have been a loner for so long. But it’s good to hang out. I have such a great time.

I drove home today, with the help of my friends, of course. It was scary at first, but I’m getting the hang of it. At least this time, it didn’t nearly give my friend an heartattack. I’m so tired of taking the bus.