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Mm...not such a good day.
Last time I wrote I was due for a conference with my teacher. She said I could do my essay on something I liked better, and she was nice about it. That was great. We rescheduled our conference for noon today, when I was supposed to have done my work. But she never called. :< I think it was her lunch break. Maybe I was supposed to call her? So I'm worried about that, and I'm stressing over writing her an e-mail asking what's going on because I don't like writing e-mails to strangers.
My fambly obligingly ordered Indian food for a late birthday dinner. That was nice.
( Complaining---but this is about MMORPGs )
Overall not a great day. I had this big mood swing at one point and I just sat there bawling for no reason I can locate.
A recent recurring thought is: I don't want to be loved, by anyone. I don't want to please people with charming defenselessness or flowing hair or a pleasant laugh. I can't stand to look at my mother. The idea of having inside my vagina a pen0r that is connected to a person frightens me. I should be eager to do all of these things, right ...maybe not, but it's kind of unusual for me.
Last time I wrote I was due for a conference with my teacher. She said I could do my essay on something I liked better, and she was nice about it. That was great. We rescheduled our conference for noon today, when I was supposed to have done my work. But she never called. :< I think it was her lunch break. Maybe I was supposed to call her? So I'm worried about that, and I'm stressing over writing her an e-mail asking what's going on because I don't like writing e-mails to strangers.
My fambly obligingly ordered Indian food for a late birthday dinner. That was nice.
( Complaining---but this is about MMORPGs )
Overall not a great day. I had this big mood swing at one point and I just sat there bawling for no reason I can locate.
A recent recurring thought is: I don't want to be loved, by anyone. I don't want to please people with charming defenselessness or flowing hair or a pleasant laugh. I can't stand to look at my mother. The idea of having inside my vagina a pen0r that is connected to a person frightens me. I should be eager to do all of these things, right ...maybe not, but it's kind of unusual for me.
