I was not prepared for tonight.

Words couldn't begin to cover today. So I won't even try.

I know I've changed from January to May.

I know exactly when, where, why.

I know everything I do that is different.

And I can't stop it.

Sometimes I feel like there is no answer. There is no right choice. Anything I do will hurt someone.

I'm just trying to survive. Thats all. I swear.

Sometimes I wonder if we are all too damn hard on ourselves...

or not hard enough.

I could write something.

But it would all boil down to:

ambiguity.

I HATE IB testing.

Is being stressed to the point of breaking more or less productive than sadness?

The last three weeks of my senior year were not supposed to be like this.

It was never supposed to be like this.

Quote of the day:

"Emily, if I had any doubts about how crazy you actually are, you just erased them."