on one page i can write the world.
so i dont know. ive felt stomach weirdness. since the retreat. and joey is acting weird towards me. i dont like it. and i feel like he doesnt want to talk to me. brian is a little bitch around angel-eek and im sick of that. gah. i think everyone's sick of me. im sick of myself. i feel boring and upset. and that's annoying. im annoying. face it. just throw somthing at me. i deserve to get hit. ran over with a bike. hit by someone on while they're swinging. i deserve something. a smack to the face. dude. im sick of being sick. and sick of being sick of being sick.
basically it's sick.
my dad's watching leon the professional and i have to say. that guy. in the suit is hot. amazing. i like his voice. and the way he walks. sometimes with the white shiney shoes.
im supposed to be doing my homework. but whatever.
i got a shirt today.
i got a bruised hip too.