Maybe I caught it from Moltar. Or Donny Osmond!!
There are so many thoughts swishing about in this pea-brain of mine that my head might explode.
It's like I can't handle being happy or something going right, so I have to find ways to fuck myself over and prolong the misery, the doubt, all of those nasty little things that somehow seem to keep me going.
And I think I have.
Because I still think Stefan doesn't like me.
Commence shooting me right after the elaborate hoax that Rebecca and I intend to pull off.
Oh, and Happy Birthday Lindsay!! You're 18, and since you won't be at skool tomorrow, I decided to give you a greeting on here. I hope you read it! And I hope you buy something pornographic. Because you can.