Ugly.
I feel ugly. Like... sick... gross... deformed. I feel defective. It makes my stomach implode. I have to take my medicine again. Williams said it was from entering a new school, being nervous about homework... I told her about my art class and she says it might be anxiety from that... I don't believe a word of it. You know... I can feel it
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I'm aquainted with that feeling, but I've only dipped my toes into it to test the water... I pulled myself out of it when I realized it was too cold for my liking...
Who was that directed to? The friend part? If it was to me, well, it's silly to think I'd ever stop being your friend. I need you, too. If it wasn't directed at me, you can just ignore that if you want.
LJ's sole purpous is releasing the drama. You're allowed to be dramatic in here. It's your journal.
I wear the cheese, the cheese does not wear me--
-Mei
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I was afraid to call you... I'm... i have alot of feelings now. I can't put them any where because its summer... no one's here to put them them where they need to go with me.
I just got back from the hospital last night. I told Willams and they made an appointment for me... oh, here, I'll make a journal entry about it... anyway... it wasn't nearly as bad as I though it would be... Hospitals used to scare me.
The friend thing was directed at you. I need you to desperately be my friend, but only my friend... I need for you to act like I do for Christina... i know you probably don't know how that is but... ahhh... I feel... jumbley. but the good kind of jumbley. I've never been so happy yo see an e-mail in my mailbox... hah.
but what would happen if the cheese said " ."?
~Danger Dog
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