June 27th.

Whiplash.

Listening to: Ruiner by Nine Inch Nails.

Mood: Solemn.

Sigh.

You don't make this easy on me, do you?

What to do, what to do, what to do...

I can still look at you. For now, anyway. One day. I'll change that.

So! Today was a good day! I got more exercise! And yeah!

Happy! Optimism! ...yeah! Everything's going to turn out okay!

Maybe if I believe that, things will actually turn out okay. Does that work? No harm in trying, I guess.

So then, I'm going to get a job, and get in shape, and the boy I like will realise he likes me! Let's believe that stuff. And then maybe it will happen.

...everyone cross their fingers for me?

My head's been better lately. Sleepy, but better. I think my medication is starting to affect me the way it's supposed to. I just need to stop forgetting to take it every couple of days and I'll be sweet, I think.

It's easy to forget, though. So many years of not having to take anything to BAM, two pills a day. And your state of mind depends on them! Ugh.

Stop being so GODDAMN PERFECT IN EVERY WAY, it kills me just a tad. Every time I talk to you I find out more things that make me like you. Gah. It's not fair at all. But I'll live with it.

What to do tomorrow? I'm enjoying actually doing stuff instead of sitting around the house like a blob.

Although I'm still alone. Some company would be nice. I mean, I feel kind of lame saying things like this, but I'm pretty lonely.

(Maybe you should stop thinking about him then.)

(Oh shut up.)

(Never.)

Anyway, suggestions?

Silly Ree. Stop looking at that photo. You'll just make yourself giggle like a schoolgirl again.