January 13th. Good evening.

So I just got my computer hooked up so this page is badly missing my trials and tribulations...like anyone cares. I know of two people who read this, so here goes.

September meant moving into my new house on Woodbine Ave, spending lots of money at Ikea, staring my new school, being retardedly happy ...below are some little recaps from my actual diary.

September 26th.

"*i*** *u*** is not important. **n *i**e** is not important. In fact, I'd go so far as to say he is an absolute prick. It's too bad because he's smart and i thought we were good friends." Kurt's baby's due in 10 days. (Okay I thought I could copy this entry verbatim out of my diary but it's really sappy and excruitiatingly detailed, the way obsessive girls just handle things...) but I noticed in pencil in the side margin is a list of everyone I've slept with, short of one. why I wrote it down in that particular place- I don't know.

October 31.

"It's my favorite holiday and I am smiling by a thread due to memories of my surreal weekend in Michigan and enough interesting passtimes to distract me from the sickening reality that basically my services will no longer be neccesary. "(blah blah)

Here's a little quote from the diary though, "If there is one thing I can do well, it's make people feel bad."
way to go ebm!

November 6.

This entry is just a list of names. Babies, pets...words that maybe just sound nice?

{Peyton, Paden} Camden, Grey, Blayne, Toby, [Cedric, Kendric, Eiric]

Christmas Break.

Not a day went by that I didn't either cry, cry hysterically, sob, hyperventilate, burst into tears and have an anxiety attack, or curse myself for being alive/needy/a bad person/going to hell...