I hate to miss out.

[plkjiouqrasd]

I'm 17 today.
Thank you Lindsay for the text. It made my day.

Catherine and Sarah put balloons in my locker. It was really cute.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't feel well.
I don't know what I want anymore.
I just wish things were different. I hate the fact that I fuck things up.

I try to make everyone happy, but nothing ever seems to work.

And fuck my homosexuality.