Today I got thinking, what if I was going to move to Houston, and what my friends would do, and how much I would miss them, and what it would be like never to see Mary, Kate, Susan, Tony, or Jane or anyone else here again. I would die! And never to have activities with my youth group again, or never going to Grandma and Grandpa Day's house on Sundays. It would be terrible!
You know I still like Tony. I keep staring at him but he doesn't seem like he likes me anymore. I keep talking about him here, but nobody knows I like him.
I bore my testimony in church today.
I love ALL my friends and my Tuesday night activities and I NEVER want to move.