it is well with my soul

There are two holes in my favorite t-shirt. And pit stains. :[ It can't die on me. it just can't.

I can't do summer school anymore. My brain can't read anymore. My body can't get this little sleep. I want to LAUGH and see friends for more than an hour of almost freaking out & breaking down the whole time.

I accidentally signed up for a textbook selling site that's going to charge me $20 a year...

If I get my first B at a junior college, I'm going to have a tizzy.

Aiden's mom was murdered. Murdered. In Whittier. Murdered.

And all I do is complain.

Two weeks, two weeks, two weeks. I have to learn contentment.