Remember when I said I hate thinking?
Yeah, I really hate it. That and this burning pain pulsating around my upper back. It feels as if its bruised, yet I haven't touched it. My mom says its stress related, I think I may agree.
Eh, I'm getting used to it.
I don't like it when people assume. I'm not entirely miserable. There are things that make me happy. Its just that I use this journal for bitching, and supposedly I'm not allowed to do that anymore.
Like that will stop me eh.
*shrug* I'm actually getting used to this feeling, I've been in enough arguments to know.
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