THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I am sitting here watching Grease on Vh1. Too bad I hate Grease.
I feel ill. And inadequate. But mostly ill. Don't know why. And there is no one to talk to. It feels kinda strange to want to talk to people as all day I had like tw conversations and just listened to Finch all through nutrition and lunch. And the bus to and from school. I need something to do. Besides shop on Amazon. Or take online quizzes. Or write in this stupid journal.
I need help.
Or something.