it's my party.
i'm tempted to follow suit and post my schedule but i skimmed everyone elses anyways so i won't.
school sucks in general and the bus makes me cry. hardcore. stupid freshman talking to me. stupid freshman not being able to find the bus. stupid not moving for 15 minutes. stupid having no one to talk to.
stupid never seeing tiffany.
stupid brad not being there. i keep thinking i see him. in the english hallway. where he used to meet me. my english teacher rocks by the way. ms. humbert? oh i want to marry her.
i talked to jessica today. i love her/missed her. she brushedher hair. i was caught off-guard. "dance in dance class? oh, come on."
therapy today. tiffany, you would have been proud of her. minus the fact that she called my Thing an anxiety or panic attack because if you have "four of the following [cabagillion] symptoms it's a panic attack" and i had 5.
-sweating
-heart pounding
-(irrational) fear
-trembling/shaking
- hm. there were five i counted. ugh, what WAS it?
AND WHAT IS WHORE RANDIE'S LAST NAME? i can't remember anyone's last name. like amanda who went out with becker?.. oh. bennet. nevermind. i realized all my jewelry reminds me of nick.
every 28 seconds i swear to god.
i sang the song without dying though. improvement i assume?
you're the words that come out easy..... the closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me- and like i really deserve a chance to sit across the table and tell you i think you're wonderful. and i think you're something special.