Every now and again I get feelings. I'm sure a lot of people might get them, but mine are never any good. Actually, I don't know if they are feelings or if my psyche is just being a bastard and messing with my emotions. I can't explain why, but I've been cutting-edge emotional lately. Nearly everything sets me to the verge of tears and I don't know why. I guess it began either right before or during Finding Neverland, but it hasn't left me yet; at least, not fully. My days have become bipolar; one moment I'm fine, laughing, whatever, and the next...I can't seem to raise my eyes to see any bit of blue skies. The smallest things have just toppled me down into instant and short-lived depressions. This morning I had to change my outfit because I felt uncomfortable in what I was wearing and I won't specify why because I don't feel like being critisized. My math teacher, Ms. Samfillipo, comes off as being a cold person, but she's very intuitive. Every time I've ever been upset or mildly down about something, she always picks up on it and asks me if I'm okay. No one else ever does--no one else can ever tell--but she can. I tell her I'm fine, which I'm positive I am, but momentarily I'm consumed by a dark shadow I can't name. Back to that feeling though. I am completely baffled as to why, but I keep thinking that my mother is going to die. It's the most horrible, scary thing I can ever think of and I don't know WHY I keep thinking it, but the thought of it keeps reappearing in my mind! I remind myself over and over, she's fine, she's going to be fine, there's nothing wrong with her, she's not sick or anything, nothing's wrong...but still...it crashes through my head without warning and the thought of it nearly knocks me off my feet. I wish I could stop thinking it. I wish I could get over this horrible spell. I guess all I can really do it wait it out...convince my self that everything is fine...and just wait. .A little girl.