I know that this is all kind of dumb and about a boy and I shouldn't worry about things like that and I am just worried because I am here in the hospital and he is out doing his normal things. I distrust love anymore and therefor I distrust boys in general. Even though love hasn't entered the picture (unless he really *did* tell me that he loved me that one night when he called and all I said because I didn't really hear what he said was "alrighty, see ya later." but I don't think he did which is why I didn't say anything. Looking back on it, it is kind of funny), so I shouldn't worry, right? Right.
And I guess I am so worried of what people will think of me without hair, but you know what? It doesn't really matter, because those who won't hang out with me because I am bald don't really deserve to be my friends. But I still hurt, you know? Stupid 20 year old nonsense. I am in remission. What else is there to worry about?