The way my own body works and whatnot. It's ridiculous. Thanksgiving begins in 38 minutes. I am thankful that I have people that care about me, and a sweatshirt, meals when I please, all that jazz. I'm thankful for oxygen. Everything in my life is so systematic. I wake up and go to school and I come home at exactly 2:28. Every day. And my sister comes home at 2:47. That's what time I used to come home in middle school, too. Some things just don't change. I don't have my nightmares anymore, but I can't get my words out right. I read words and the letters change themselves. My friend tried telling me I had schizophrenia the other day, but she's wrong. Simple as that. "She is wrong" Hah.