I smoke too much.

I drink too much.

I love too much.

I hate too much.

So this boy that told me he doesn't like me. I think he is in love with my friend. Which hurts. She doesn't think so. And I don't think she likes him, which is good news for me. Not really... nothing will happen.

My ovaries hurt. They are controlling my thoughts. Nothing I say can be used against me, they aren't my thoughts.