They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost, My cellmate's a killer, They made me do push-ups (in drag) But nobody cares if you're losing yourself... Am I losing myself?! I fucking love this song. How many times did I listen to it in the halls today as he screams "I NEED TO GET TO THE FUCKING HOTEL!" I'm not sure how loud the headphones were blaring. People might have thought I was crazy... I am crazy. I need my music or I go more insane. Seriously, I go through music withdrawal if I run out of batteries for my walkman. I got toilet paper stuck to my shoe and left the bathroom like that today. I dropped my pretty pink walkman. It was sad. Those were the bad parts of the day. There's a Sadie Hawkin's dance at the end of the month. I don't know if I want to go. If I do go, I'm going to make my dress myself. I have no date though. I won't go this time and go through that shit again. I know better then to ask my almost homecoming date. If Shaun can go, I'll think about it. Otherwise I told Kat I'd bring a stuffed cat and tell people she was my date. Like I give two shits about what people think anymore. Well, I'm out. I gotta shower and do social studies. I have little to say right now.