I've got a headache.

Shopping tomorrow, hopefully it isn't raining.

I really need to grab a new pair of shoes, I'll have to be on the lookout.

We start work again in a few dayss, that'll be good.

I've been missing it. However tiring it is, it's still pretty fun. I will admit.

Stressfull and exhausting, but fun.

And it just fills up my mind, and there isn't any time for anything else until later.

It will be great to be taking pictures again.

Hopefully, all goes well with that.

Going to make sure to hit the bookstore, too.

Main thing is clothes though.

It seems like I have a lot, but I really don't.

Even if I had a lot, I'd still get more clothes.

Can't ever have too many.

What else am I going to save for, anyway?

School?

Ha.

Yeah right.

As if I can even manage to finish what I've already started.

I mean, it's not that I can't. But now with all of this, I don't even have my guitar to work on that.

My tutor quit, because she was confused by that fuck-up when I was unregistered from math for a bit there, and mom hasn't gotten a hold of her yet, despite the growing dead-line.

Or maybe she just figured it would be quite hopeless when she found out the time that I would have to be done on. Plus, I haven't gotten my books and that for the new courses.

It's just such a mess.

If schooling is fucked, my life is basically fucked.

Sure, I'll have a lot of job experience to maybe get a not-so-bad job.

But do I really want to be something stupid like a cashier for the rest

of my life? Of course not. 

There's still what happened the other day, freaking me out.

With me, I mean.

What happened with me the other day.

I don't even have anything to say about that,

it's pretty bad.

I really need to have a talk with Dollface tomorrow.

All the details aren't on the table, and maybe she'll be able to

at least understand.

If not, well.

It wouldn't be the first time  a very good friend is no longer my friend.

The first time it was over something much stupider, so

I'm sure it's possible.

What would I do?

Well. I know what would happen.

I don't know how much I even care if I have to go through something like that again.

If I'm going to hurt, it might as well be a lot.

Go big or go home, right?

It'd probably be something I deserve anyway, for one reason

or another.

I dunno. I just can't stop thinking.

I try to turn to something else, but my brain

only has a couple things on it's playlist, I guess.

And, they're all set on repeat.