I feel like gorgeous. Its a nice feeling. Gross, ughhhh, I wish I coukd hate that wish, there int a reason I can't either. Like I only went to grade school with her and she didn't even like me then. But I honestly don't think she knew what her telling me what she was could do to me. I don't blame her. As much as I'd want to. Like did she want her to answer yes to her question? Did she want be to do something about it? No thanks. I don't want a part of it. I don't want to be anywhere near it. And I think I've done a good job. It isn't what I want but I have to do what's best for me no? What'l get me through the day wichout twiching for what I have. The sunset today looks amazing, orange, then apink, the light blue, then a lighter pink than before, faded into a purple and then a dark blue and grey. I feel like im going to puke. Goodbye