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i haven't eaten in 18 1/2 hours. i guess something may be wrong. i haven't really noticed. not until sarah told me last night she was worried. i guess it's all starting. i can't sleep. i've gotten a total of 4 hours sleep each night. it's funny because everything is fine. well, everything isn't fine at all, but i'm fine with handling it and dealing with it. i have my moments which are getting briefer everyday. i'm fine.
my mother got a christmas tree. i still don't know how i feel about christmas. i'm still incredibily ambivalent towards the season.
i'm going to family dance with stephen. that should be cool.
i'm really worried about my attitude lately. i'm scared i'm just going to tell everyone how i really feel about them. i'll save that for graduation. we took our senior picture today. i was like wow, we really are about to graduate and leave. i only have a month left with alex and milton and the other guys. it was all starting to set in. then, a football player got into a fight with a mentally challenged kid at the top of the bleachers. then, i was like yeah, fuck this place.
i need to write my essays and finish my massive amounts of homework.
it's awful, but i miss the way he would plop his hand down in between our seats when he wanted to hold my hand.
really, i'm fine.
my mother got a christmas tree. i still don't know how i feel about christmas. i'm still incredibily ambivalent towards the season.
i'm going to family dance with stephen. that should be cool.
i'm really worried about my attitude lately. i'm scared i'm just going to tell everyone how i really feel about them. i'll save that for graduation. we took our senior picture today. i was like wow, we really are about to graduate and leave. i only have a month left with alex and milton and the other guys. it was all starting to set in. then, a football player got into a fight with a mentally challenged kid at the top of the bleachers. then, i was like yeah, fuck this place.
i need to write my essays and finish my massive amounts of homework.
it's awful, but i miss the way he would plop his hand down in between our seats when he wanted to hold my hand.
really, i'm fine.