every little thing is making me think of last year. the st.louis thing. the fact that i slept until 11 this morning. the fact that i am sucking at math. the fact that we did cramprolls and seperated pullbacks in dance. the fact that i'm sound-sensitive. the fact that even though i'm over and done with mike, he's like everywhere and avoiding me. the fact that i've been thinking about cutting a lot lately and i don't know why. Ugh!
i don't want last yer again. last year was hell. absolute hell.
just when i think i'm climbing out of this mess i got myself into last year, it comes alive and tries to eat me. no, mess. Don't eat me. you suck.
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