blogging makes me wanna die.

i just took a billion depression quizzes online.

one said i was severely depressed.

one said i was possibly borderline.

one said i was 17% depressed.

and one said i had nothing to worry about.

questionable?

i hate homework.

blogging is weird. i don't like it.

i wanna write to postsecret. but i cant think of a really kickass secret.

well.

yeah i can.

bllaaaaaaah to that.

blogging is weird.

im breakin down and comin undone.

its a roller coaster kinda rush.

i hate having all these dang emotions if i cant even think of a good poem for them. its dumb. you are supposed to be all creative and flowy and blahblahblah.

but i cant.

i just get

stuck.

maybe ill make up a dance.

but i want to have people.

i miss nysssa.

i feel so unhealthy whenever I'm in health class.

it kinda bums me out.

then i go to art and cry about how artsy i wish i was.

this is kinda an emo post.

whateves.

tis alright because it will likely not be read.

he says you look beautiful tonight

an i feel perfectly fine.

ps. i didn't lie about it today.

but I'm worried i changed my mind.