I don't want to die anymore. Maybe the St. John's Wort is working. Before I felt as though the possibility of dying was a nice plus to following Ana, but now I want to stay alive. I think I'm just so excited about moving to Long Beach, going to college, just seeing what life has in store for me. That's a good thing! I think. Now I'm actually worried about dying. I'm scared. I know I won't (I'm not nearly sick enough), but I'm still a bit paranoid, you know?
Ugh. I just can't wait until I leave this place. Seeing him with his new girlfriend was rather painful. It wasn't too bad (fortunately I almost completely over the fucker). In reality I'm just pissed that he doesn't want me. It's just an ego thing. That makes me happy.
What am I going on about?
Blake apparently asked the guy
I want to fuck I'm crazy about what he thinks of me and whatnot, and now he's not replying to tell me what he said. Life is suffering! But I miss having a crush on a guy. I've missed this feeling of anxiety and wondering and asdfghjkl; It makes me feel normal, like my old self.
I really want some tea but I'm too lazy to get up to make some .-.
-Cassie
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