Feeling: My arms feel kind of weird. Let's see... last few nights... lack of sleep, abundance of self-harm, odd bouts of discomfort, repeated mysterious ipod death. Today: first day of school. Mehishness. High point of the day: hugging my ex-social studies teacher (*SOB* I WON'T HAVE HIM ANYMORE!!!! *cries*) This homophobic jock in my social studies class was kind of hitting on me. Well, I'm crazy, but it seemed that way. He has decent taste in music but I think I hate him. Guiltily. My best friend's object of obsession is in my Spanish class. He seems depressed and broken already. I wish that all the really cool people would talk to psychologists or something. We could all really use some counseling. I wish everyone else would just learn better how to deal with each other, and that there were more mature teenagers who could help the other ones with optimistic views. WISH WISH WISH, SWISH SWISH SWISH, GARGLE SPIT RINSE REPEAT. My foot itches. Oh, and I'm a disgusting and horrible person. If you want to know what I'm referring to, you have to ask. I wouldn't want someone I know stumbling upon this and telling the person that would kill me for what I have to say. I wore my Thursday shirt today. I thought it was clever. That's what day of the week it is, after all. And the first day of school. So it's kind of a sad yet happy graphic (a dove in front of a bullseye, heh). And one of my favorite bands of all time to boot :) I'm happy because one of my best friends on myspace confided some things to me that I'm not sure are secrets, but I assume are. It's nice to know that I am trusted, even if I don't deserve it sometimes.