I've been thinking about my weight a lot again. It's almost summer which means it's almost shorts and tank top season. I don't worry toooo much about bathing suits because I don't really like swimming. I also don't like bathing suits. I'd rather swim naked than in a bathing suit. I've never been skinny dipping and I probably never will.
I wonder about the Israeli counselors that come straight from Israel. Most of them have done their military time. I hope they're alright.
I feel like there's something you aren't telling me. But I don't need to know everything.
I don't enjoy therapy anymore
Schizoing has gotten worse. But it's more quantity over quality now. I constantly see things. I've started seeing cuts on myself that aren't actually there. Freaks me out for a second. Today I saw a bug land in my drink but it was a schizo thing and I wasted a cup of milk. I haven't been to the psychiatrist in months. I hate him.
I didn't tell f—— I was hanging out with j—— and honestly I don't know if I will.
I have mixed feelings about Peyton right now.
I'm struggling to reach 200 words, let alone 1000. You're just a better writer than me.
I should watch more movies; I can only watch new girl so many times.
The fair is in town weirdly early this year. I love the fair even if I'm not a big ride guy. It's one of my favorite atmospheres.
I told my mom about the NAWT and she said if we hitchhiked I'd have to be the one to defend you.
I didn't over react.
I can't think of anything good tonight. Sorry. We should call soon. Blah blah
