I don't even know what's up. Actually, yes I do. I'm really stressed out. I'm sick of revising my stupid college essay. I'm sick of doing my Stat and Bio homework. We went to some lady's house for dinner and on the way home I started crying. I am LIVING for Nov 10, because honestly, if I didn't have this trip to look forward to, I might just curl up I bed and never come out. Reading these last couple of pages, seeing the pictures of Raul made my stomach sort of...turn. I don't know what's wrong with me, because ususlaly he makes me feel better. So now I feel like a horrible person. I'm just so...overwhelmed. I want time for me. ME. I haven't been shopping in months; I have no clothes. I've needed a hair cut since before shcool began, but I have no time. My hair is awful. I haven't done anything fun with my friends in months. Just writing this is making me cry again. My lip is...vibrating. It's scaring me. Oh, and my computer hates me, because I can't find a really important document.
"Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. Want something. Want something."
Wishes come true, not free.