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Oh, yes. That's all I have to say right now. It's a dance party in pretty dresses kind of day. What's U.S. History? I don't even know. I feel so oddly satisfied about something that should seem totally insignificant. Hey, I beat you. You're not done yet. Took me a couple months. Sorry, kid. Best of luck to ya. The room was quiet and still and I was alone. And whenever that happens, I begin to question things. I begin to question everything. Anything. And then the questions of "why" usually lead to answers of "it must be my fault." That's a lot of whys though. It can't all possibly be my fault. Or, it could be. But I'm going to try to stop focusing on that. I'm going to try to not leave myself in still quiet rooms all alone to contemplate all of this by myself. I'd like to contemplate it, yes. I'd like to not get a depressed feeling, though. ...church shouldn't bum me out this bad. I wore shorts today. What a weirdo. I hate feeling like such a typical female. I don't like being that typical. "You and 15 others like this." -Now how is that supposed to make me feel? |
