Look at this sad, sad person with their sad, sad life.
Is it really terrible that seeing someone favorite that stupid Angel Beats! oneshot I threw up last week for the first time nearly made me explode in relieved glee?
And do they teach "how to not be insecure" classes because I think I need one?
Oh, well. At least I don't cringe every time I see the words "Strawberry Snack Cake" anymore. I was already embarrassed enough by letting myself do such indulgent, emotional, honest to God H/C. And then it's all quiet when I finally get the nerve to post it and I was absolutely sure it sucked for a minute, there. Damn you, Ommwriter, for making random words spill out of me like fangirl drool.
In other news, I'm gonna graduate high school in December, apparently. Half a year early. At age seventeen.
Um, yay?
Yay! I think!