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who could believe me if I told them? I can't beleive myself sometimes. Anything! That I am so strung out I don't care about stuff I used to obsess about. Like my classes. The only ones I am really concerned about are probably the ones college applications won't care about. I don't have any interest in the AP tests or the SAT. According to my parents "Perfect Daughter Plan" I should be already studying for both. I have enough on my plate, but thats just another factor to this ill-thought plan. They mean well, but they don't think some of the factors through. Like time and cooperation. There are limits. Though since break I have been trying to behave like a good girl and not be... erm... a bitch. Though supressing strong emotions and being a sugar cookie (bland and sweet) is not the easiest thing in the world to do.