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Hmm, I seem to feel quite good ( Read more... )

Birds of Prey. Need watch. Entry short. Got facial. Neglected homework. Trying lose weight. Failing. Bought pants, shirt. Slightly increased self-esteem. Trying not to eat chocolate. Succeeding (for now). Neck hurts. Need massage. Can't stop going potty. Too much water. Too many medications. Want look like Ashley Scott. Cute hair. Need new haircut ( Read more... )

I hate my uterus. In the past few months, I have gotten my period on Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and, now, Valentine's Day. I'm not even kidding. It's a bloody conspiracy. A really bloody one ( Read more... )

I hate people. With a passion ( Read more... )

I really have this urge to hit a punching bag. Not quite sure why, but the whole idea of getting out all my energy seems very appealing at the moment.
I suppose I should mention that I'm still very excited about The Wind Waker coming out in about a month-and-a-half, particularly because it will come out the day before States, so I can have two days ( Read more... )

My personality is rated 32.What is yours?
32/50 ( Read more... )

Stress is a six-letter word. Yeah, I know, I'm dumb ( Read more... )

The harder I push, the more it overtakes me.
I'm scared. I know my mom said I'm strong, but I'm scared. All I feel are my tears. All I hear is my crying. And is that my breath, ragged and gasping for the air that will one day mean nothing?

I wish I could, though ( Read more... )