Hello! You have just stumbled upon what is probably the most terrifying thing ever, a book written by someone at one in the morning. Congratulations.
So yesterday I was just sitting in my room, doing nothing, then I get this sudden urge to come out. This would have been fine, except for the fact that my grandparents are currently visiting me and I have no idea if they're homophobic or not. Basically, my entire evening was spent trying to look normal and not spontaneously combust from spaz energy. They're also sleeping in the room under me, so I can't play my guitar loudly to use up the spaz energy I have pent up. ASDFSFDSGFGHYT. For once I'm actually looking forward to the weekend being over, because next weekend I'm getting my hair cut really short and donating the rest.
