This is where you are.
Been feeling weird lately. Something is just a little off. I'm gonna blame all the drugs I've been on. They are kinda fun, the drugs that is, except you can't think clearly and you're tired all the time. I don't know how people do drugs and function for real. My thought is so clouded that I couldn't even imagine trying to operate like a normal human being. I am trying not to take any today, but I do have a slight headache.
Surgery this time was fine. Just like last time. Only this time I could notice a difference in breathing right away! My nostrils weren't as smashed last time, though. I also had a lot more pain this time, but my nose was real messed up so that's to be expected. The doctor said there was a lot of damage, but he thinks he managed to fix most of it and put stuff back in place. This splint is so itchy and I want to take it off. I have to go back to the doctor Wednesday, but I don't think I will get it removed then. Last time I had to leave it on for a whole week and it wasn't even this bad. I don't know.
I am moving in exactly one week and I don't know what to think about that. It's exciting and cool and all that junk, but it's also kind of scary. I am going to be my own boss. I think I'll be fine as long as I don't think about it too much.
I haven't even really started studying for my finals. I never really do though. I get to the end of the semester and I just can't go anymore. I also have this theory that if you aren't on a borderline grade then the teacher just throws your final in the trash. I hardly doubt it, but it would be pretty cool.
I got president again. Who cares? No one ran against me. I didn't even want it. But here I am, so I will go through the motions for one more semester. Why do I do these things to myself? Maybe I will like it more because I'll actually be playing next semester. We'll see.
I wish I could just hold someone's hand and make them understand everything.
I think this boy has a crush on me. It's really weird. The attention is nice and I like that part of it, but I'm trying not to like it too much because then he will think I like him and I don't. For once I may actually get to turn someone down, but I don't think so. I think the end of the semester will take away my glory. I'll try to be nice about it if I get to, though. I've been using the drugs as an excuse not to hang. So far it's working pretty well.
Everyone has secrets.
Surgery this time was fine. Just like last time. Only this time I could notice a difference in breathing right away! My nostrils weren't as smashed last time, though. I also had a lot more pain this time, but my nose was real messed up so that's to be expected. The doctor said there was a lot of damage, but he thinks he managed to fix most of it and put stuff back in place. This splint is so itchy and I want to take it off. I have to go back to the doctor Wednesday, but I don't think I will get it removed then. Last time I had to leave it on for a whole week and it wasn't even this bad. I don't know.
I am moving in exactly one week and I don't know what to think about that. It's exciting and cool and all that junk, but it's also kind of scary. I am going to be my own boss. I think I'll be fine as long as I don't think about it too much.
I haven't even really started studying for my finals. I never really do though. I get to the end of the semester and I just can't go anymore. I also have this theory that if you aren't on a borderline grade then the teacher just throws your final in the trash. I hardly doubt it, but it would be pretty cool.
I got president again. Who cares? No one ran against me. I didn't even want it. But here I am, so I will go through the motions for one more semester. Why do I do these things to myself? Maybe I will like it more because I'll actually be playing next semester. We'll see.
I wish I could just hold someone's hand and make them understand everything.
I think this boy has a crush on me. It's really weird. The attention is nice and I like that part of it, but I'm trying not to like it too much because then he will think I like him and I don't. For once I may actually get to turn someone down, but I don't think so. I think the end of the semester will take away my glory. I'll try to be nice about it if I get to, though. I've been using the drugs as an excuse not to hang. So far it's working pretty well.
Everyone has secrets.