Oh well, eat it.

I’m not tired anymore.

Ah ah, ah ah. Ah ah, ah ah. Ah ah ah ah — Ah.

I haven’t been eating as much, and I haven’t felt like writing for some reason, I know I just don’t have anything in me right now, anything that would be interesting, I mean the extent of my writing would be “I’m Happier.” And that goes nowhere.

“Hedwig’s” playing right now, and it was while I drove home from dropping my dad at the airport.

To bore: she is mygod too cute. Ach. It makes me sick thinking about it.

I’ve grown to hate my mushy entries too, don’t you worry.

I’m going to make a silent film, hopefully.

I have a respectable question. (Mushy oriented, but only on the surface.) Why can this change me and make me happier and more confident and why can’t I always be this good? Because I feel good, and I feel like I’m getting something done.shesfifteen.

My friend Kyle says: “July’s not that far away…” Then he laughed. (Her birthday is July 1st, yes, she just turned 15.)

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I don’t miss middle school at all. I remember being sad then.

I’ll be sad soon, and then you’ll be happy reading me.

That’ll make me happy.