This is basically a crap book about myself because I know that it's good to do stuff like that sometimes and blah blah blah..
Read if you're interested.
Doubt you will.
Woo
Dear Me, (Don't question the flag. It's just another thing that makes me smile)
So.. I have no idea how this happened but this morning was absolutely worse than the entirety of yesterday.. so that was delightful. E was all bright and chipper for half of first hour and then they just kind of snapped? They were fine later, but I just kind of thought it was my fault. They said it wasn't but.. who knows?
I still haven't checked out the tiger lilies in the backyard. Though the reminder did help me, the one from yesterday, I mean. My classes kind of dragged on forever, not to mention we had to switch lunch period with the higher grade, making everyone more whiny than usual. I was fine. I don't normally eat lunch. Two bucks for a stupid sandwich? No, thanks. I just realized that I switched to three different topics.
Remember not to do that, okay? Keep focus.
The music-department dance party thing was okay. My eyes were kind of violated by a kid dancing very.. provocatively. He was pretty cool, though. I mostly just stood and watched my friends dance. I'm not a huge party person, and there were about 400 people there? I think? The party as okay, I suppose. I guess I had fun.
Today was actually kind of good.
With little regret,
Me
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Dear Me,
You know you probably won't be able to do both spring and winter guard next year, yeah? And man, look at their flags.. I wish ours were that nice. I also feel bad for the new kids coming into the school, and our captain and co-captain. They have to go to practice during the summer. It was fun when I had to do it, but now it seems kind of dull. A lot of things seem kind of dull lately.
Don't forget to keep working on things, even if you don't want to, okay?
With some regret,
Me
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Dear Me,
I'm scared. I'm freaking terrified right now. All I could hear was yelling. Loud yelling. I don't want to go downstairs anymore.
I'm scared. I'm scared. It's probably nothing. I've heard worse but it's been so long. I'm so terrified and it's for nothing, basically. God, I hate when he yells. At least it wasn't at one of my brothers this time, but still.
Sometimes I wish things were different.
Remember that you still love your Dad, okay? No matter how angry he can get. Remember that he doesn't hurt you.. Just scares you occasionally.
