I'm not insane, if that's what you're wondering. Off my rocker, maybe. But not insane. However, there are days where the thoughts I have scare me and the things I do make me wonder why I'm not wearing one of those white coats that make you hug yourself. Ya know, straight jackets. *holds back a sexuality joke* Anyways, I just thought that since I am currently unable to sleep, I'd make another entry on this wretched document.
Okay, so, I've been having anxiety over this one thing that's happening this Friday. It's a dance. My first formal dance. And I'm going to be wearing makeup. And a dress. And have my nails painted. And have my hair curled. And let's not forget the black wedges that a friend of mine is excited to force me into. Just let me get one thing out: I WILL DIE IF I WEAR THOSE SHOES I CAN BARELY WALK BAREFOOTED WITHOUT TRIPPING OVER MY OWN FEET OR EVEN AIR AND THEN THERE'S THE DRESS ISSUE I'M A FREAKING TOMBOY MOST OF THE TIME AND PEOPLE WILL BE LOOKING AT ME AND THEIR EYES WILL BURN HOLES IN MY SSSKKKKIIIIINNNNNNN.
Anxious rant over. Iz now sleepy time. Bai.
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