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uhh... I don't really know what to say. I'm tired all the time. I think I'm sick. Joey is sick. I must be sick. Theres not really any symptoms except that I'm really really tired and emotional and pms was supposed to be last week. Being female is so complicated. False alarms and early pms and screwed up cycles are making me INSANE. Why am I writing about it on the internet? Oh because I don't do anything exciting.
I finished writing my first short story today. I'm not ready for anyone to read it yet though. It's good for me to write. It gets stuff out of my mind an on to paper.
My practice hours got upped. She's making me go two a day. Like I have time for two a day.
Ug. I tried to go partying last night and it didn't work. The people I went with got tired and wanted to go to bed so we left at one and I was in bed at 1:30. sweet. not really. I'm a failure at having fun.
I can't handle failure
I finished writing my first short story today. I'm not ready for anyone to read it yet though. It's good for me to write. It gets stuff out of my mind an on to paper.
My practice hours got upped. She's making me go two a day. Like I have time for two a day.
Ug. I tried to go partying last night and it didn't work. The people I went with got tired and wanted to go to bed so we left at one and I was in bed at 1:30. sweet. not really. I'm a failure at having fun.
I can't handle failure