Looking for a mericle.

So I'm walking around in cheer shorts and a poney tail. Bangs pulled back with a bobby pen, out of the shower with smered uneven mascara.

I look similar to the girls who can never quite pull it off.

I look like the time Kristi and Kasey thought I needed a make-over, tied me up, shoved my head under the sink and cooed and looked confused.

I reamerged an hour later looking like a whore. All they made over was the amount of unnatural gunk on my face.

Shrugging they looked to one another "We tried" a sigh.

Guess I can't quite pull it off.

Today while talking to three amazing friends I wanted to scream and tell them to go away. I was so tired. My head is quite literly close to exploding.

I can't blame the world for deciding to hit a speedbump in the time span of three weeks, its been a crazy timeline of stress.

People have died or tried to die, people have lied and gotten their hopes up, he's poped up out of no where while he trys to make a stunning comeback.

Don't do this now kid, try again in March when things will be differnt.

And YOU! Don't you dare do what I know your thinking about doing. Yes. Tis Seflish of me to do this to you my darling but I already have his guilt I can't deal with my comic relief dieing on me.

And to you, I'm so pumped your starting to feel again. I'm sorry I've been distracted, thank you for understanding.

I still don't respect you. But I know I should, so I'm going to try to hold my toung. Try harder.

Remember your stupid breaks suck next time m'kay?

Heh, I wish the world had breaks...just so I could catch my breath before the next stupid speedbump.