Smile, though your palms are sweaty... Smile, though your back is aching... The Sluts of the Century After seeing this, I'm already thinking of leaving sitD and making a new blog with this website. As if. School sucked today. When I got there, my peeps were all like, down. And here I thought it was only a bunch of mood swings drowning along with this rainy weather. Andrew, Gem, Ariane, Diomedes, Slyda, and Kathy weren't at all hard to get along with. Aaron was only feeling down because of the changes in weather. John was already scowling the instant he walked into the room before our NatSci class began and I could just feel him slowly drifting away from us. I, on the other hand, am in desperate need for a back rub. Or I wish someone would just run over me. Whatever. Still, there are some things that brought me up into a little impact. Like Diomedes's new haircut and the fact that he was already dressed up in a nurse's uniform. And when Mitch texted me last night and apologized for her rude judgement about my header. But here's the better one: Aaron confronted me about...and I think I know John thoughts about...snap. It is true, of course, that not all things should always be in writing. If there is one thing that people don't know about me, it is that I am--and I probably should be--the greatest accomplished actress on Earth, the very best one to ever grace this stupid planet. People just don't understand that sometimes, everything just seems to be a big deal and so hard for me as time passes by. I'm already so sick of lying, so sick of my faking, so sick of my pride... So Aaron...if you are reading this...PLEASE. I'm begging you. Stop reading me. Just watch your back and live on. Just don't make me do this...don't make me do it to you.