...anyway! Hmm...things are okay. I feel waaay overloaded. And stressed. And i hate that feeling. I've been running on empty for the past few days and I am not getting to sleep any earlier tonight. I hate that feeling. I've had so much caffeine that I am way fucking bloated.
Which is why I am in counselling. My emotions (stress...). It's working so far. I kind of feel that my problems pale in comparison with others. And then I have to rack my brain for something that makes me sound fucked up. Which makes me even more fucked up. I mean, I have done counseling before. How much can I hash over the fact that I have two mommies and a crazy father and an eating problem? Seriously. That alone makes me mad. And I want to see my chart. Maybe it would confirm my issues. God. I sound like such a fucking moron.
Sorry guys. Really. I know what it is like to just listen to depressed people when they have nothing good to say. There is a girl in band that does just that. It's sad. Soo...happy track...
still running on the happy track...ummm...I made a kick ass purse out of a pair of Calvin Klein cord pants that I found at salvation army. And I love it. And I love it more. And I love jessica. She needs an LJ. :-(