Too close &STFU.

Today felt like it was gonna be horrible. ._. Coffee, cause it make me feel better. It did its job.(: It makes me happy and energetic. And I'm absolutely addicted. Ate Brendan's food in Houston. Threw it up and caught it in my mouth. Yee, broski.(: English, finished my rough draft and got it read over and stuff by PJ. Constructive criticism. It's always welcome cause there's always room for improvement. Always.

Now i understand what people mean when they say they don't recognized who they see in the mirror. I got home and just stared at my reflection thinking "Who are you?" I don't even recognize myself anymore. I just stared until i felt absolutely sick. ._. My god. Things will get better, right? I'm still waiting.

Theater was coo. Our stage is small but the place is big. RAWR. Babysat Eli. He taught me his rap but i only knew the last word of every line, besides the first and last lines. "Yo, I'm from Frisco. ......Disco! ......Fool.... School...abcdefghijklmn FACE. LMFAO, i don't even know.xD He said my Dora bandaid was inappropriate cause she's in a leotard. LMFAO! Hot. Ran through the show. Me and Lexi switched places in the first scene cause her bf and dad had problems with the stage kiss. Okay, it's not even real though, but they don't understand that.

I told Christian about my situation. Very vague though cause i could feel tears. Wow, after days of trying to cry, it comes out at the worst times. We had to do the performance again so i sucked it up, wiped my eyes, and put the smile on my face. But let me tell you, i messed up big time. So much that i stopped, thought for a minute, and still didn't know my line. Okay. See? It just throws me off my game. I think we basically got it all down though, besides the ending, that is. Freddie bought us pizza and soda. MYGODMYGODMYGOD. You do care about us. <3 Hahh. Ate with Lexi, Mireya, and Elisha. 10 Eli points! "Take off yo pants. NOW!" Ahahah. I'm collecting my Eli points. 100 and imma make you take off yo clothes.(: Ahah. I don't touch you while you sleep!D:

GIRL, will you please stop fucking 'helping' me with my scene? It's my scene. It's my character. I made her up. I know her better than anybody. Shut the fuck up. Okay? Okay. I don't even wanna deal with you. Goddamn. I don't fucking correct you even though i can list down 10 things wrong with it right off the top of my head. Why? Cause 1) its rude. 2) it may come off as harsh 3) its fucking not my business. So please, get the fuck off my dick. I know what I'm doing. Don't tell me your mind doesn't mess up sometimes and that you're always perfect. No. I fucking know that i lost my thoughts and messed up my line. Will you just fucking laugh it off like everyone else instead of giving me shit about it? I don't understand why you have to monitor everything i do and make a scene out of it. Constructive criticism is always welcome but you're just criticizing to make yourself feel better. Gtfo.

Omg, was singing Figure it Out by Plain White Ts with Christian. Yesyes. The biatch got it stuck in my head. He carried me to where the rest of the group was but i didn't wanna be part of them. That is, until i heard them sing Remembering Sunday. Then i played it on my phone and we all sang.(: This is the best song ever. Then sang Panic! At the Disco. 9 in the afternoon. Lying is the most fun. Ect. I love these motherfuckers. Lexi! HOE! Don't be up on my boyfriend HOE! LOL "We make such good black gurls." LOLOLOL! HOLD MY WEAVE!(:

"I'm gonna ask her to marry me."