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So I've practically collapsed into myself again. I can't help it. It' being January and all.
I'm not suppose to be on the computer. I'm grounded, but that's not it. There's a virus that is basically destroying the only social life I have. Pretty pathetic.
So I've been out of touch for the past several days. Like, for a week. I don't any of the gossip of the week, or anything about my friends. Seeing none of them can talk in person, and just type everything out. So I'm out of every loop.
Being grounded is fun. I have an excuse to not see Nolan and Dan and Kris and Kyle.
Today I watched Welcome to the Dollhouse. And I don't know why, but I just started crying. Yeah, during a movie. That isn't even suppose to cause that reaction. I guess it was just too close to comfort. Yeah, that's it probably.
I don't ever plan to write in this again, unless it is to complain, in order for the people who are causing me to complain can see that I am complaining because of them. Because I am just as bad as all my friends. I can stay stuff face-to-face. But I'm too busy with Doc Holliday or Glinda.
Far aways and future days. I love the quote to pieces at the movement.
I'm already dreading the summer. I almost cry when I think about it.
God dammit, this no computer thing is hard. And this no going anywhere is hard. But, people are allowed over. And I'm allowed my phone. So call. Or come over. And please please please talk my mind of everything.
I'm not suppose to be on the computer. I'm grounded, but that's not it. There's a virus that is basically destroying the only social life I have. Pretty pathetic.
So I've been out of touch for the past several days. Like, for a week. I don't any of the gossip of the week, or anything about my friends. Seeing none of them can talk in person, and just type everything out. So I'm out of every loop.
Being grounded is fun. I have an excuse to not see Nolan and Dan and Kris and Kyle.
Today I watched Welcome to the Dollhouse. And I don't know why, but I just started crying. Yeah, during a movie. That isn't even suppose to cause that reaction. I guess it was just too close to comfort. Yeah, that's it probably.
I don't ever plan to write in this again, unless it is to complain, in order for the people who are causing me to complain can see that I am complaining because of them. Because I am just as bad as all my friends. I can stay stuff face-to-face. But I'm too busy with Doc Holliday or Glinda.
Far aways and future days. I love the quote to pieces at the movement.
I'm already dreading the summer. I almost cry when I think about it.
God dammit, this no computer thing is hard. And this no going anywhere is hard. But, people are allowed over. And I'm allowed my phone. So call. Or come over. And please please please talk my mind of everything.