The weekend was nice, and chilling with stevi is always fun, even though dress shopping was a bust. The only thing that fit me had a broken zipper, of course. I can't help it, I cry when I get frustrated, I'm sorry. I wish I could have been born as someone else, I don't see how people can stand me sometimes, I swear. Bah, I'm just feeling pretty down on myself right now is all, I suppose.
I just want it to be 6:00, time for youth. That will cheer me up, hopefuly. Maybe.
I really should work on my self esteem. Ha.
