Right now I feel. . . .

perplexed and mystified
forlorn
loved
senioritis
*sigh *
like I need to talk, with my voice, and my face, not a keyboard
tired
cold
dementia
faded
like I think about things WAY TOO MUCH!





still hopeful, always have hope, always





I don't know what to do. . . . I don't know what I did. . . I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

I'm so confused.

I don't even know if I did anything . . . I think I am freaking out.

WHY DO I HAVE TO THINK SO MUCH?!