I am typing this on my word processor cuz my internet is wack. I will copy and paste at a later date. I woke myself and Winter up because I was coughing up a lung. I would like nothing more than to stop coughing. I hate coughing. It’s ugly. But one interesting fact caught my eye when I woke up.. A envelope signifying a text message on my cell phone. Him. The past. Why must he send me text messages? Isn’t he busy living his life? Isn’t he busy not changing? Uhg. I hate that. And then stupid me actually responds. Dumb Dumb. I really hate myself right now. You know you get to a certain point where you are just sick of being the one chick who’s the back up plan. I should get a shirt that says that. Back Up plan. FML…. I don’t like anything. don’t like that it’s becoming bathing suit season, or that it’s spring break for most people. I hate that my birthday is coming up. I don’t want to do anything. I want to hibernate and not do anything. I know I am saying that right now and that it might change on my birthday, but I just don’t have the enthusiasm to even plan something. I just feel like hiding under a rock until it’s done and over with. I think I come off desperate. Too desperate. For friends. For someone special. I feel ugly on the inside. Back to sleep.
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