It’s a weird thing to sleep at six in the evening. I woke up at ten and thought it was morning and wondered why my computer was making weird MSN sounds. This after a string of dreams preying on my insecurities. I’m living life, but barely; 16 is no age to be having a mid-life crisis.
I would regale you with interesting school life stories as before, but there aren’t any! I need more things I can make fun of with gay abandon. Everything around me is plastic and perfect. I’m the only one riddled with chinks.