Right now I should be doing an essay for AP history. But I just don't feel like it. I read the chapter I was supposed to, I think that's enough for today.
FUCK EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. seriously.
I have a headache. and cramps. and a staring problem. I can't stop myself from staring at him. He died his hair and I kind of love it, even though I make fun of it. To cover up the fact that I love it. and him. but he's just too weird. but he's not. uhhhhhhhgh.
and I'm sick of listening to other people who don't listen to me.
I got an 82 on my summer reading essay for english and cried. I hate PMS. it makes me crazy. as you can tell from reading this. it makes no sense. I make no sense.
I just need someone to listen to me other than my mother.