Last night Marcy and I were talking about everything. Like how she was worried about me and how I've been acting and look happier. And we were talking about starting an herb garden this summer. Which I think would be cool. My dad and I finally vacuumed up all the bees that died in my room. I like broke out thinking about sleeping in there. I've been crashing in Marcy's room for like 5 months now. There are clothes in my room I haven't seen in forever. My closet is disgustingly dirty. I'm going to clean it all out this weekend and then store stuff in the sun porch and put my dresser in my closet. Cause my dresser always ends up in the way and it's a pain in the ass to move around. (I move my furniture and stuff around like once every 2 months or so) and then I also couldn't just heave stuff into the closet. And this summer our 'project' is to finish our rooms. I have to paint mine. Marcy has to finish painting hers. I'm going to do white walls and then like a bright red or a dark purple on the borders and on this weird coat hanger thing. We were talking about everything and she and I are going through like a bunch of the same stuff so we were right on the same page. It was fun. At 3 she said to me "I love you. But it's almost 3. And I'm tired." So I said goodnight and came downstairs to find my allergy medicine cause that stuff helps when I break out and my eyes get all itchy and stuff. My hands got all blotchy last night after we vacuumed up all the bees. None were alive but I thought I was gonna have an asthma attack. I hate bees. I'm scared to death of them. So it's like 7. And I got like 4 hours of sleep. And I'm wide awake. Hence the insane mood.