I have a lot of stuff going on.

I have a lot on my mind.

My brother is a freak. And I hate how he gets angry and jumpy and scratchy. I have so many scars from him. And yesterday when Patsy was here I barely got to hang out with her because of him. Pisses me off.

I love Patrice. And the fact that we no longer notice when were naked around each other. She's the love of my life and we're going to have babies together maybe if we can.

I really really wish you didn't move. Even though we wouldn't be dating, I really miss having you around as a friend. You really were one of my bests.

I really need to make out with someone.

If I had the chance to date you again, I probably would take it. I have come to realize that I really did love you and I'm sorry that I got stupid, and I hate my problems for blocking you out.

I have no life.

I never really did love you. And I'm happy that I never said it. I rushed into things with you because I thought it would help me get over him. But it didn't. Sorry.

Peanut butter, nutella, banana sandwiches are so good.

Mental problems suck ass, and my mom is insisting I have ADD or something. So now I have to get tested. And I have another Doctor Bob appointment on Wednesday.

I really want to watch star wars.

Let's make out.

I really need to get my grades up or I'm going to fail life.

I like my hair short. An red.

I really wish I was better at the ukulele.

And I guess I'm playing with Ray at an open mic tonight. Let's hope we don't suck.