This plot soup is too thick...

Let's pretend this never existed.

My morning fears

I wake up, and the horrors that my body has produced in just a few hours kick in. My oily face feels as if I refused to wash it in days. My breath...oh jeez. I have bad breath in the morning. I tend to blow at my dog's face to see if my breath is as bad as I think it is, but he never turns away, just squints, which lets me know the only problem he has with that is me just blowing on his face, not me blowing stinky breath at him. That's what I tell myself anyways.(My sister always tells me one day if they create something that lets dogs talk, my dog will tell me that he hates it when i burp in his face and fart near him. It's his own fault for sniffing it, though.)
My natural scent is the worst though. I must sweat in my sleep because I STANK! I always want to get in the shower and scrub my heart out so I smell decent. Which ends up happening. And I now shall do just that.

What A Life

Note: 2 lorazapams do make you drowsy. 1 and a half is the perfect match for a fright-free stroll in the park.

My psychiatrist says she can tell there's a difference in me. Which is nice to here. I'm less fidgety when sitting in her red throne chair. She says i'm also more vocal, which is probably because there was actually something to talk about. That small slither of change in me though is noticed.
My goal is to go out once during the weekend. Whether that be to the grocery store and following my mom on her errands, I got to go out. I'm probably going out this Saturday though with a beloved old friend of mine. I'm really excited about that.
Then on the weekdays I will take Vlad out on a walk. That hopefully will turn into walks. This will count as exercising. Also, I will be doing my homework and trying to read. I've lived in this world for the past few years where everything could wait, time didnt matter because i was young and not in school. There was no need to read. Now, I literally have stacks of books I need to get through.

This Sunday, I actually went to the grocery store at 8 in the morning. I always love/hate going because I realize my mom buys me food that I like, which makes her spend extra money. We then went to The District 2 hours later for some drawing at this new makeup store called Ulta. I got 5 bucks off. pfft.
My Dad really wanted to show me Whole Foods Market because he knew I'd love it. I wanted to get down on my knees and start humping the floor I loved it that much. But they didn't have Perch. Darn them! My Dad said he'd take me fishing if I wanted Perch that bad. So hopefully there will be a fishing trip soon.
Dare I say I bonded with my dad?...cringe


OMG! I ALMOST GOT E.COLI! that will be the next entry.

Misery and Sadness

I miss 2-3 years ago. I was unhappy, but I had more friends. I should probably put I had more than one friend. I miss the person I was best friends with back then. But I don't think that person exists anymore.
I never thought I would regret as many things as I do now. I regret hardly doing anything. I never fully appreciated the two people who I hardly talk to now. Well, mainly one person.
I would get upset that this person didnt understand that I couldn't just do things everyone else could do. I was freaked out of things new to me. But I shouldve just done those things because I dont think things would be the way they are now.

Fruity Goody, Cocoa NoNo

I like eating Fruity Pebbles. This morning I had 3 bowls worth. The one good thing about Fruity Pebbles is that you can keep on refilling the bowl of milk with more cereal.With Cocoa Pebbles, you can't refill the bowl with more cereal because you're then just eating cocoa pebbles with chocolate milk. That's disgusting.

Introductions

I could start things off by telling you about myself or by simply getting to the heart of the matter. But I'll do neither.