god..all i am is unhappy anymore. im still mad that i probably won't be able to do cheerleading next year. i was so mad at practice because i thought i was going to do cartwheels. i wouldn't have busted my butt trying to do them so good if i didn't know i wasn't doing them. i've done those dumb rolls since i was 7. then i get moved to the backrow? yeah..i thought i was pretty good..guess not. not unless she's mad because i can't come to some of the matches. big freakin' deal. uhhh! and someone's bound to read this who's on the squad. i don't really care at this point. so i could escape at dance today. it was nice. i feel better dancing and miss wendy helps us more. pluss i hate when people are dumb..so it feels like my heart fell. i just want to cry. then i watched mtv's true life: i have ocd. and i kind of figured out i have a small form of it. if i glance at something, sometiems i have to go back and see it, or touch it because i know i'm never going to see it again. i know it's dumb but i don't do it as much anymore. then sometimes i count things and my steps. uhhhh! stress i hate it.