You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

today i contemplated scrapbooking. i started another application (and got pretty far through it, it's a weird one and i have to send the essay seperately and through the mail). my best friend served to make me envious, irate and upset...without meaning, i'm sure...and i cried about two things i berated myself up and down for crying about. or thinking about. i don't even want these things to be factors to me.

it isn't a pervasive issue. just today, it bothered me. just not feeling good. i should probably talk to some people about it. i know what i'd like to do. i'd like to bury my head in his chest. think about now.

haha, i'm a ridiculous kid. i'm really happy. i'm just a slow adjuster. eugh.

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