I have to get my arse to karate... but I cannot seem to lift myself from my seat, and in a way, I feel a little flabby for it.
In my actual diary I wrote about 6 pages today. A lot of what I wrote had to do with my childhood and my mother, a crazy woman who seems to be pathologically right about everything. That can't be helped, I suppose, so there's no reason to complain about it but it still bothers me that she won't listen to what anyone says, despite if it's helpful or not. I'm going to stop complaining about it.
I've been having strange dreams lately and because True Blood was on last night I had dreams about vampires and strange things like that. I'm not complaining. >< heh heh...
Amnesia? WHAT?!
Ugh.. I knew I shouldn't have read anything... T^T
Love,
McKenna


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