This has been so far, in retrospect, the worst year of my fifteen.
Although I expect it'll be looked more fondly upon than the middle school years.
Can I make a list without making people feel guilty? How would I know, what should I care? If so, you're all too sensitive. Build a nice wall between yourself and emotions. It makes things a hell of a lot easier and I would know. I think I'll pass on the list. I just tried writing one but I wasn't sure on how to word it and therefore decided to just not make a list to avoid making a really dumb list.
Lists Lists Lists
Systems Systems Systems
Order Order Order.
Ugh. I wish I could escape my natural tendencies.
I almost cried in Planning today.
The "almost-crying-in-Planning" instance count: Three.
But it's the weekend and I have no homework. My plans:
Snuggles with the only thing available for impromptu snuggle fests: Monsieur Lapin.
I really should clean my room, though.