I'm supposed to be writing my internal assessment for history. Its actually an okay topic, more interesting then others that I could have come up with. But its a lot of work to write the essay, and therefore, I put it off. Thats the way it goes when you are unmotivated.

People expect me to help me with their stuff when I can't even help myself.

I am upset, I'm not upset. I'm a little bit of both. I understand, but I can't help feeling really ugly.

I can't wait until the carefree days of summer, where the only thing I'll have to worry about is how I won't want to go to work that day.

sometimes, its really hard to believe that you think i'm beautiful

its almost here.

a new piece melted @10:54 p.m.