i dont feel good...
i dont feel good and all i want is my blankey. i cant stop thinking about him tho. its like, i feel like im 5 years old with a little kid crush or something. i wish that i still believed in cooties. i think that if i was scared of cooties then i would be different. happier somehow. but, i know that without the big S word in leah's life... then, i wouldnt be leah. the big S word means SEX for all the geniuses who read my journal. i spent the night with april last nite and we were at school making bowls for ceramics until 10:45 last nite. im tired of making bowls. i hung out with april, john, and bryan today tho. i only got to hang with bryan for about 30 minutes tho. he tackled me on aprils bed and kicked a table over. it was so funny. he made me feel better because i think i might have the flu or some gay shit. i slept so much today tho... and then john-boy woke me up to tell me that bryan was there. i was happy. well... im gonna go to sleep because i feel like im dying. nite nite you guys.