Tutu (grandma Hughes) isn't doing well.

Uh oh.

I spent most of yesterday crying ( Read more... )

I don't want to need meds.

I had a great weekend in Lake George.

Bill was texting me the whole time.

We'll see each other Saturday night.

He's not good for me.

But who is?

Carter said to me, "I saw something different in you this weekend. It's like you don't give a shit anymore... I liked it."

Bill told me to "come hang out before dinner" today so I did ( Read more... )

I just keep meeting and talking with people that keep telling me how "awesome" I am ( Read more... )

It's a strange feeling to know that you do matter after feeling near death for so long.

I'm more positive.
I'm a "voice of reason."
I am encouraging and influential.

People love me.

I love how this whole journal entry was affirmations.
: D

And just like that, I feel freed from some of my anxiety.
I threw a yarn ball at her.
I don't hate her.
I never hated her.

It was him.
He did this.
He keeps doing this ( Read more... )

I made a list of all things terrible in my bio class the other day.
On the back of my notebook.
I hope I lose it and someone finds it.

I realized that my dissonant pattern is hiding emotions with humor.
I got it from my mom.
"Coo-cool. Alright. Check it out."

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What I want more than anything is adventure.

I really can't wait to start my life. I'm on pause here.

What I hate more than anything is bananas.

Especially bananas being eaten in my terrible biology class.