I cried.

It's been a month? since I last posted. And guess who's back? Andrew. I admit I was quite happy when we started talking again. Everything was going almost fine. Until I found out who he likes. I can't believe he didn't tell me before. I'm a little upset. Sure, I love him to death and I always will, but it is obvious he doesn't love me as he did. And I did in fact cry. I cried for 2 days. I thought I was getting him back. But I'm no closer than I was. I'm a fool. Sara was right in telling me to stop talking to him. I wish I'd listen. But now that I'm talking to him again, I don't want to stop just yet.

I feel horribly sick. Sicker than ever. Could it be because of the new moon? Or what? It feels like I am dying. And I know how that kinda feels. It isn't a good feeling. My insides feel like they are slowly decaying. My heart's beat is immensely fast; but it's always like that. But it feels like its getting faster. Sometimes I feel it jump into my stomach. For no reason at all. It hurts. It hurts more than anything. Worse than an arrow through you, a bullet, and even a knife in your back. Nothing can compare to this pain. I'm trying to stick it out, but I'm not sure I can take. My anger is getting worse with me maturing more. My friends took my food at lunch and I got so pissed I took it and just threw everything away without eating anything. I'm getting tired of humans. All of them. Even the ones I love.

My brothers up, I guess I have to stop now.

Ugh.

I'm not sure what the hell I'm going to write about here. Um. MSAs are this Monday and Tuesday and the next Monday and Tuesday. Fucking sucks since I don't know any of the shit. I'm in a higher math class, so all year I've been learning totally different things than what's on the test. And of course the Math test is first. I'll probably fail. Just what I need, huh? Well, I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Maybe I'll reheat a burger or something. Whatever. Toodles.