I feel so exausted lately.
Mentally and physically.
And I'm so sure, but a bit confused.

I need a new journal.
Real journal, not blog.
Because I was reading through my journal last night from over the summer until now, and it's crap.
Seriously.
The things I say and think sometimes are just rediculous.
I'd love to forget them, except they're written down on paper.
And in this blog.

Okay, time to start over.

Someone buy me a journal for my birthday.

I don't feel like myself lately.
I feel like I've been on autopilot recently.
And I'm sure I'm about to explode, but I don't know if it's going to be a waterfall of tears or a chorus of laughter.
So I guess the only thing to do is wait and see.
And waiting is most definitely my least favorite thing ever.

I feel like cleaning.

Quite the weekend.

And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.
I heard the reverberating footsteps
Sinking up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

I have a feeling this whole divorce is going to get a bit ugly.

I have to come up with a list of colleges I want to visit.
That should be fun.
Except there's like, approximately 6281. Or so.
No, that's a lie. There's a few I'm dying to visit, and some I'd like to see just in case.

So yeah, that's my life.
School AP Chem is pretty much taking over it.
Funnn.