Stuff
I ran a track meet yesterday. I won an event for the first time of my life, and the only thing that comes to my mind is: must get faster. Depressing, sort of. School is confusing. I love writing, hate class, like not caring, hate tests, love laughing at people, hate seeing them set themselves up for failure.
I've gotten thoughts of physical violence recently for the first time in years. People are frustrating. Don't ask, or assume anything. It is likely nothing will come of it. It's just that usually I like being challenged to beat someone mentally, and this is the first time I'd rather just hit them in the face with something. It's interesting.
Fashion show was good.
I don't expect (m)any comments on this, so I might not check back here for a while. Life will continue.
I've gotten thoughts of physical violence recently for the first time in years. People are frustrating. Don't ask, or assume anything. It is likely nothing will come of it. It's just that usually I like being challenged to beat someone mentally, and this is the first time I'd rather just hit them in the face with something. It's interesting.
Fashion show was good.
I don't expect (m)any comments on this, so I might not check back here for a while. Life will continue.