you seem very well, things looks peaceful. i’m not quite as well, i thought you should know.
i don’t want to dissect everything today, i don’t mean to pick you apart you see, but i can’t help it.
so, yesterday was okay. i hate how habitual my weeks become. i want to start changing my schedule up, just for fun. anyway, today was good as well. sometimes i wonder exactly why some people feel obliged to (purposely or not) make me feel like shit. i don’t believe that you don’t see me in the halls and that you do what you do to piss me off. i wish i could honestly say that i don’t give a shit about what you do, i’d love to say that the things you do and say don’t sting, but i can’t. don’t feel the need to rub it in, please. i think i’m going to go talk to tiffany and do some homework.
