October 19, 2006|
Got all my hair shaved off except a little flap. d-boy and his goyle did it
you called me once, left two text messages and i never called back or anything. and it's not that i hate you or am mad, i just don't have anything to say, and I'm still carrying the weight of the shit that went down and I'm not letting go of it and I miss you sometimes, when I let myself think of you, and I wish I could talk to you again.
it's too late i might skip class tomorrow even though I reeeeeeeally don't want to because I need to know things for an upcoming test. ugh.
I'm writing really mundane details here because of how blurry things get later, and I want to remember.
I'm eating food because eating food makes me tired.