These tangled thoughts, this tired skin, these bones so brittle, won't let you in...
I'm so... Confused. And worried. Tons of homework to get done. I'm worried about pleasing everyone who needs pleasing. I'm worried about staying on top of everything.
Actually, I have a list of things I'm worried about.
School:
*I have next to nothing done in the way of summer homework. I have somewhere around 45 artworks to do. I've done one. I have six books to read, and I've read half of one. Me = fail.
*I'm worried about keeping up with everything next year.
Friends:
*I can't keep up with everyone.
*Brandon.
--I feel like a burden.
--I'm afraid that I'm rushing things.
--I think I need too much from him, and that he trusts me too much. I don't think that I'm stable, and if anything ever happened to split us up... I don't want him to miss opportunities because he's putting me first. He is > me. I love him. I don't want him to limit himself because of me.
I think that's all... All for now, at least.
My back is freaking out, and my stomach is screaming. I probably have to get blood drawn (which I hate) because of the stomach thing. (I hate it because wherever they stick me always hurts for a few days, and (BRANDON, SO HELP ME, IF YOU LAUGH AT THIS THEN I'LL BITE YOU.) I usually pass out when they do it.)
Blech. Okay, I'm leaving now. <33.
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Catchren is mental. Please be gentle.
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. - A. A. Milne
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. - A. A. Milne
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