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Well I bombed.
What is it that I speak of? Not right now...
I thought I was doing better, that I could do it and see it through, but I still can't, and I'm not really suprised. I felt as though I've learned something, but it was probably just the drugs talking. I have a headache now.
Mother saw me cry. I rarely cry, plus, she hasn't seen me do it for about ten years now. I feel naked and vulnerable, and when she gets mad at me, she'll probably use this against me...and make fun of me.
*fake happy face*
Enough of this depressing stuff...because I still have my juice. (It's full of oranges, guavas, strawberries, apples, pears, peaches, and mangos!)
In the end, it's all about the juice.
What is it that I speak of? Not right now...
I thought I was doing better, that I could do it and see it through, but I still can't, and I'm not really suprised. I felt as though I've learned something, but it was probably just the drugs talking. I have a headache now.
Mother saw me cry. I rarely cry, plus, she hasn't seen me do it for about ten years now. I feel naked and vulnerable, and when she gets mad at me, she'll probably use this against me...and make fun of me.
*fake happy face*
Enough of this depressing stuff...because I still have my juice. (It's full of oranges, guavas, strawberries, apples, pears, peaches, and mangos!)
In the end, it's all about the juice.