My fingertips hurt to type with.
They also look like a heroin user's arm.
Poked and a little bruised.
It doesn't take that much blood to feed my new obsession.
I had a bad day, my mother has been yelling to me about how I need to start caring more about my grades ever since the psychiatrist told her that I have above the intelligence needed to do so. Blah.
Seeing the Friend's Page cheered me up a bit, thank you
motherbitchesThat, and during sixth hour Chemistry, Seth gave me a hug and just handed me two Lortabs. I love Chemistry, but the teacher is so boring and stays on the same material for sooooooooooooooo long. I want to learn everything I can about Chemistry in a year...it's impossible to pay attention to that lady.
I envy Chris, the one with the eccentric Chemistry teacher.
I miss talking to Billy, I think I'll call him this afternoon.
Tomorrow is Happy Halloween and I still don't know my plans. I have about eight different things I could do but I haven't made a decision yet..
Hoo-fucking-ray for people who say they know what is best for you.