Sixty one; hm..

Well.. I can't remember the last time I felt so lonely.
I have no friends to talk to and to confide in. I normally at least have someone online to talk to.. But not anymore.
I feel so isolated. So alone.
I'm just laying here, listening to music. Lonely and unsure.
What can I do? Nothing.

Kaitlyn has pretty much decided to ditch me for Veronica. Why? So she can go creep on guys she "likes"
She knows their names, mostly. But that's it. I don't see why we can't go on boy hunts of anything. But whatever.

Brittany has ditched us for her boyfriend. I haven't really talked to her in like three months. I mean, we say a few words at our lockers but that's it.
So the other day she told me she was going to eat lunch with me since her boyfriend was camping. I was excited, it had been so long. Kaitlyn wasn't there either so at least I could have some time to catch up. Well, come lunch time she told me her boyfriend was back so she was going to go hang out with him 'cause she hadn't seen him since 4pm the day before.. Not even 24 hours ago.
Alright, I mean.. At least you could pretend like I mean something. Pretend like you actually care about what's going on. But hey. Whatever. I'll go eat lunch with Mariah.

Thank god for Mariah. We've been hanging out lately. Her BFF has ditched her for a boy and we are both pretty much in the same boat. So we've gotten to be better friends.
In the 24th she's coming with my family and I to this Beatles impersonator concert. We're super excited.

So summer school for English. Whoo
Yea.

I'm lost.
I want someone to care because they want to, not because they're obligated to.

Sometimes I wish there was something seriously wrong with me.. Just to see. Just to see who cared and who wanted to stick by me. But I'm sure everyone feels like that from time to time.

I don't know what I'm going to do now.. Lay here. Go for a shower. Yea.. That.


OH! Yesterday I met Pat Morrow, for any of you who have heard of him. Pretty chill guy. Great photographer.

Sixty; how.. Cool.

So I went to the doctor's on Friday.
Nothing came up in the ultrasounds other than I have a hemorrhaged cyst on my ovary. They aren't too worried about it, but in three months I have to go for another ultrasound to make sure all is well.

The doctor also said I could be bipolar, which would explain my ups and downs. BUT I'm apparently not reckless enough. I'm too cautious. Well.. Alrighty then. I think it might be right though.

So Vanessa and I signed up for some volunteer work. We shall be taking pictures of people doing anything to do with literacy, reading, writing, a cashier on her till, anything. We will be doing 5 hours of service so we get that done for our volunteer hours to graduate. But then after that we are getting 15$ an hour for how ever many hours we put in after the five. Cool.

I had a London fog for the first time today. It burnt my tongue but was pretty yummy. I was pleasantly surprised.

So I'm not doing as well as I had been a few days ago. I was practically on cloud nine, crashed, and now I'm a little above where I was. I can go to school and not think about how useless and what a waste of space I am. Which is cool. Not wanting to die is nice.

Psych - still no credits.
English - summer school here I come! The one course I never expected to have to take through summer school..
Socials - lets hope I do well enough that I don't fail.
Photography - little behind, but I'll catch up!

Right, so, that's that.
Updates done.