I honestly do not know how I’m going to make it through this semester without punching someone. Seriously. I’m going to line up 4 or 5 of my classmates and just hit them all because I just. UGH. I’m sick of your shit. Shut your damn mouth. FUCKING DO SOMETHING INSTEAD OF STANDING AROUND. Fuck.
I’ve been up for an hour and a half just thinking about life, and let me tell you something. I hate mine. I just want to sleep but my mind is so awake that I can’t. I need to be awake in 15 minutes anyway. Bleh. Good think I have a 12 hour school day ahead of me for something I don’t really want to do. Good thing I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night.
I really need to start making this fucking cake but my dad won’t fucking go to sleep which means I can’t use my mixer and UGH. He was supposed to be gone this weekend, and it would have been so much easier if he had been. People are paying me money for this cake. I need to get shit rolling.
My friend David came to visit me today at school after his class. I was sitting in an office bleeding when he got there, but he waited for me and offered to give me his food. I was really shaken up after the incident. A lot of blood was lost. Weirdly much for just a cut on my finger but I was a mess and it was nice to see a familiar face.
Today at school I was slicing a pear with a mandoline and I sliced my thumb and god did it bleed. I have never bled so much in my life. I cried a little. I was mortified and in shock. Man. I made it through another 2 hours of class before going home and making my mom take me to urgent care. No stitches, I’ll be fine.
Today, I went to David’s Bridal with my mom to help her pick out a mother-of dress for my brother’s wedding and they had prom dresses and oh my gosh I loved them all. I want to try on all the dresses and feel pretty.