Somedays she feels like dying. She gets so sick of crying.

For October:
My unlucky numbers: 2, 8, 10, 11, 14
My lucky numbers: 4, 10, 11, 12, 30, 31

Basically, I'm the only one who understands that. Have fun trying to interpret it if you'd like. (Not that I really expect there to be anyone reading this. No one cares. )

I really hope that this is almost over. I need some rest from all of this thought. *spinning anime eyes*

I don't want to have changed since Trevor and I broke up. However, I'm starting to wonder how much it affected who I am. For one, I more commonly talk about how icky boys are (though I still recognize that many guys are really great and get a bad rep).
On top of that, I've become more of a flat out bitch. It's like I use it as a justification in my mind to be blunt and angry and bitter. No matter how often I try to be nice, I'm not. I'm mean or I make people feel awkward.
Other than that, I'm just different. It's nearly indescribable. It's not really good or bad. I'm just not the same.

Well, I guess that that's all that is on mind.