"This is morning. It's when I spend the most time thinking about what I've given up."

[akstyle]

      I will be 18 in a week.

I haven't eaten anything with any nutritional value all day. I ate the peanut butter chocolate my mother gave me, and I just forced myself to eat some pepperoni a few minutes ago. I decided after a few mouth fulls that I didn't really want it, and now I'm sitting here with a box of peanut butter cookies. I was sick for a few days, and I did this. It's pretty terrible, even for me.

Today is the first snow day of the year. I told myself I would do work and catch up, but it's 11:53pm now, and I've managed to never open my backpack. I really don't even care.

I decided around 10pm that I would dig out my car. Granted the driveway was plowed by a neighbor so I didn't need to do much. I hope I can get out if I need to tomorrow.

I painted my nails blue.

I just don't feel like going to sleep tonight. I hope there's a delay.

I enjoy having to go to dance all the time. It gives me something to do, something to focus on. My dance is going very well. Amazingly well.

I miss a lot of people tonight. I don't know why. I haven't missed anyone in a few months, but I miss you.

There's more I wanted to write here, but I'd regret it in the morning.