Small town beltdown

I have my blanket tied around myself aboe the waste. Its not flattering but neither am I, besides if I close my eyes and focus I can pretend I'm an egyptian princess.

I don't like snakes either.

She talks to me more than before and it makes me feel like maybe I'm getting back whatever I lost. Rachel speaks of late night escipades and the eggs that looked gross and how Krisit picked out the stuff to go in them and I remember the first time kristi did

And I know Kristi does too, and that she was thinking about it last night, and she probably even used the stupid term I came up with to pretend to fit in and it makes me think maybe stuff isn't that far gone.

I'm not unhappy with life......I'm pissed at it.

And I'm mad at so much that dosn't even deserve me thinking about it.

And I'm greatful for many things that arn't recieving my attention...

And the fuck is he making decisions for me?

Mostly I"m mad at myself.....but that dosn't keep me from muttering things under my breath.