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I was a five year old bratty princess tonight. It was equivalent to fun.
I'm really glad to have been in the plays. I thank Jill and the cast.
I just inhaled an entire IHOP breakfast without even thinking about it. Oh well.
Girls night was quite peaceful and cozy. Yet, why does everything revolve around boys? WHY?
Why.
Why.
Why.
Why can't I feel as safe as I did last year? This year everything is too near the edge.
I feel Mr. Tickle in my throat, and he's ready to attack. VITAMINS, DO ME WELL!
If I weren't so inverted I could write something not about me, but I don't spend the energy to even think outside of my lonely little soul. I need motivation
I'm really glad to have been in the plays. I thank Jill and the cast.
I just inhaled an entire IHOP breakfast without even thinking about it. Oh well.
Girls night was quite peaceful and cozy. Yet, why does everything revolve around boys? WHY?
Why.
Why.
Why.
Why can't I feel as safe as I did last year? This year everything is too near the edge.
I feel Mr. Tickle in my throat, and he's ready to attack. VITAMINS, DO ME WELL!
If I weren't so inverted I could write something not about me, but I don't spend the energy to even think outside of my lonely little soul. I need motivation