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Saturday, May 7, 2005


Massive headaches and general fluffy angst.
Over just the past few days my paranoia, insomnia, random aches and pains, clumsiness, and migraines have gotten a lot worse. I don't know what it is, but something's definitely been off.

But today, *looks at watch* or rather, yesterday, have been especially bad. But at least I found out that if I come to school crying, people pay attention to me. Not that I plan to do it often, mind you. You see, this morning, it suddenly popped into my head that my twenty page report would look nicer if it were double spaced, instead of single. So I asked my mom if I had time to print something, and she said I did. So I started printing it, but it took a while, and my mom got really angry. Then, when we we rushing out of the house, I accidentaly let the screen door close. I usually hold it for my mom, but I was trying to get to the car quickly, and If I don't hold it, mom usually has her foot out to hold it anyways. But today, of course, she didn't. I realized what happened and was about to apologize, and my mom just started yelling at me, and accusing me of things I really can't control, or that I don't do. While she was yelling, all I could think to say was, "I'm sorry." Over and over. She just said that I should be. She apologized later, bought me coffee, and she meant she was sorry, but still... All day, I just kept on thinking about all the things people have said about me in the past year or so- "stupid" "burden" "ugly" "lazy" "selfish" "self-centered". I try not to be those things, I really do (well, except ugly, since whether or not I am, I have no control over it). But after while, even I start to wear down. I'm not looking for sympathy, or fishing for compliments. I just had a bad day, and I wanted to get some stuff off my chest. I'd rather talk to someone about it, but that usually involves a phone, and I'd rather my mom doesn't hear this. In any case, I just wish I could do something that would make my mom happy. She's been so stressed out. And my sister. And a lot of my friends. I'd like to help all of them be happier.

And then after that, I need a night with some coffee, warm rubarb pie, a good book/graphic novel (or a sketchbook and pencils, depending on my mood), and someone to use as a pillow. Yes, someone, not something. People makes better pillows than pillows do.

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