the art club meeting today would've been great if it weren't for two things. one of them is the art teachers who decided to violently hate me today, and the other we will not delve into. but it hurt worse.

if clare reads this clare should call me.

ugh...my head hurts so bad, and i have that sick little nervous stupid feeling that is going to drive me absolutely insane. and this weekend was SO GOOD that this entire week will just perpetually SUCK until it becomes the weekend again. *le sigh* i hate the way i feel. it's a suffocating, upsetting thing with no resolution in sight and it makes me feel WEAK AND DISGUSTING...

i fought this feeling for every inch of its existence and now it threatens to overrun everything else and hinder my beautiful, perfect place that i FINALLY HAVE.

and i think i am in many ways in the same place as another friend. the circumstances aren't exactly the same, and to be perfectly honest i'm scared of them being the same.

i'm very scared of what i feel. and it only makes absolutely perfect sense under one circumstance and then otherwise it's completely unthinkable and stupid - it's always stupid BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT ANYMORE.

if you think you understand this entry...you don't know me very well.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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