Sometimes...I don't know. I'm kind of mad. It's irritating. But whatever.

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I made 2,120 dollars at my grad party. No joke!

I hate Caesarland. I hate most of the people I work with there. I hate most of the people that go there. I hate the annoying little kids at the redemption counter. I hate that it smells like sanitizer. I hate the stupid rules. I hate the asshole kid who threw my food away just to be an asshole. I hate the person who gave me the job of "cleaning ( Read more... )

I don't know what I feel anymore.

I tend to be very complicated when it comes to my emotions. I lie about half of them anyway (ie nothing is wrong).

You know, I wouldn't need to lie if I was more assertive than I actually am. For example, I could just say "You are a moron. Please shut up and stop being stupid.", but I don't have the ability to do this, apparently, or at least do ( Read more... )

It's just another thing I will spend the next billion years hating you for.

But what else is new?

I feel worried. Whenever I feel worried about one thing, I suddenly feel worried about everything.

=(

And I was doing really well, too.

Soooooooo my grad party is tomorrow! I'm excited to see all of my friends, and I'm especially excited to see Jack.

Tomorrow is little pink dress day!

I leave for college on August 25th.

Oh boy.