I'm over-tired. I'm cranky. I'm stressed. I'm fifteen. I have a damned right to be unresonable. I'm allowed to cry because my father isn't excited that the church choir is playing Carnegie Hall and wants me in it. I'm allowed to wonder what would happen if I had a one night only performace that conflicted with tickets to a big game. I'm
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...That, Nota, was brilliant.
*tackle hug* I know the feeling. Really.
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Thanks. I needed that.
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I hate to think how you would catch said frog. -shifty eyes-
(Totally OT, but do you mind if I use your real name?)
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I'm sorry you're feeling like this. I really hope you feel better soon.
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