I feel like my old self. [music: Stars - Set Yourself on Fire]
I learned something new. Dork is, by definition, penis. Dork.
Set up the new compy. And while it has quadruple the memory (and that's only the free part), it still only has 256 RAM (actually it says 240). Help?
God today was an awful day. I've only ever felt this- fucked up- once before, and i was hoping it would never happen again. I am not impressed.
Social was mostly painful because it's hard to focus when you're miserable. Math was better, because my calculator continues to rule the universe. English... was looking up, because i kept shutting people down with my mad debate skills (and i'm modest!). Then poor darling couldn't take it any more, and i followed her and we had a moment.
Spare. In the cafeteria trying to contain a scream which is never a good idea, and thank god she was there when i fell over convulsing and twitching, and finally bursting into wonderful tears. Practically fell asleep on the couch, and then it was time to go home, thankfully.
Then i got another slap in the face and i climbed those two flights of stairs shaking so much i could barely walk. Ryan asked me if i was ok and i lied of course but he knew because he hugged my quivering body and told me he didn't believe me, but that was ok.
Came home and sent a message. When he called i told him, and he was scared, and so was i. I'm starting to relax, but i can't get it off my mind now. I cried and he said he had to go. So i hung up and cried some more.
I saw him tonight, and-
AFKHASDaskdjh... i hate everything.
fuck it.
goodnight.
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.bio.
You can call me Lyra. I've got brown hair, blue eyes, and psychotic tendancies.
Currently, my favorite song is You and Me (cover) by Simple Plan, my favorite
movie is Kill Bill, my favorite book is 1984 by George Orwell, and i'm
feeling .
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