i have bronchitis. and it sucks. a lot. ive been coughing all day. it knida hurts. a lot. i feel like my throat is bleeding. jenifer is my best friend. i used to open her locker for her in the 6th grade. she’s taking pictures of me. its knid of creepy. i like soup, i love soup, i tastes like cookies but only better. i want to go home. now. maybe i could fprce myself to throw up? i bet theyd let me go home then! there’s a water bottle next to me, nevermind the creep taking pictures of me took it away. shes really short and has brown hair. she makes really BOMB puppy chow though.

you know what the difference is between you and me? I’m okay with being crazy. I’m okay with ruining first impressions. I am okay with looking awkward and saying stupid things. Because what people think of me is not going to effect how I live, I wont let it. Whether I say something offensive or completely uncalled for, I said it for the moment. Yes, I am part of the unpopular opinion and I would not have it any other way. I like saying what is on my mind. I like asking unusual questions. I like smiling at rude people. I like not fitting into the crowd. I am completely open about almost everything, so what? Was half of my life supposed to be made secret? Who is to say what is personal and what is okay to say? I just feel like rambling right now, sorry. Not really.