my pet guinea pig spike is missing half his ear because he got into a fight with a rat trying to get food from him. i cried and then i tried to clean up the wound on his ear. thats pathetic that i can't cry for important things,but over a pet guinea pig i will. just another point i am making that i really am that fucked up in the head. or maybe im just fed up with everything and everyone,because i am. actually,to be honest,i really don't care anymore. about practically everything. its nice not to care. its just the part where you feel alone even in a school of 3000 people,in a room with a ton of your so called friends that gets to me. oh well i've learned to adjust. sometimes i am content with the fact that i am all alone,and sometimes i find myself revolting to even look at. not that i am ugly or anything,i'm actually kind of pretty physically when i choose to dress nice and care about my appearance,but usually i don't care to make myself that pretty. anyways,being pretty on the outside doesn't mean that a person is pretty on the inside.