Today started off as a normal summer day when you have awoken at a later date then normal because you practically pulled an all nighter. Having so many things NOT to do is just, life...I guess.
This blows. I wish I had something that made me cool. Like a body that people won't call fat, or a new cellphone... I don't know. Nothing I seem to want or do is good enough for my "friends" or my family. Most of the time I wonder that if I died...would anyone care? I guess that has always been a question of mine....but, lately I have been asking the same question more frequently. This still blows.