The Y does meetings.
ok.
i am very stressed.
i popped 5 pimples last night because i was stressed...popping pimples puts me in control.
phobias suck...and for anyone that thinks it's not a phobia- you suck.
i am so done with school.
it better not snow tomorrow...i need that hug.
my last convention is soon...which is really sad.
my math teacher pissed me off today.
i love convention- i actually can't wait.
i made up the spirit clothing-and self-centered moment now-it is the best thing ever.
i love not caring about my grossness- then i kinda hate it because i feel really ugly.
i need a good cry.
i need to believe.