100th Post?

This. Is. So. Gross.
I hate this.
I need Khania.
Like, now!

I spent all day in Winchester.
At Apple Blossom Mall.
And at some horseshoe tournament thing for my dad.
I don't feel good.
My ankle hurts.
Stupid crooked bones.
Stupid weight.
Stupid cleaning my room with Amanda all day yesterday.
Stupid bruises all over my legs and torso.

I think I beat myself up in my sleep.
Like Dakota did.
It's really terrible.
I was dreaming about you...
And I went to hit someone.
It might have been you.
Either way my thigh is bruised.

Tomorrow is Easter.
We're going to church and then to get Serena's furniture.
And then we're going to have Easter dinner.
Strange part?
We're doing all this even though my church doesn't celebrate Easter.

I was going to leave you a picture comment.
Because my thing updated me.
And told me you had new ones.
Because I haven't changed that since August.
Anyway.
It was going to say:
I still think you're gorgeous, even when you're mad at me.

You are mad at me right?
Because I didn't approve?
Shouldn't you be less mad now that I don't really care?
Oh hell, I don't know.
I'm not sure how your mind works lately.

I'm so tired.
It's only 8.
Then again I sat up again last night.
I was thinking again.
Let's not go into what about.
I was just running through everything in my mind.

I ran around on about 4 hours of sleep today.
This is sorta stressing me out.
Church.
I'll think about church tonight.
Pft.
I'll probably dream of you getting married.

The girl is changing.
She's looking less and less like she did the first time.
Her hair was shorter last night, just past her collar bone.
Straightening.
Fading too, getting lighter.
Like her skin.
She's getting paler.
It shows in her face.
It's losing its heart-shape, rounding.
Her chin is becoming more angular.
The little girl...
I called her Adelaide.
She's got fair skin and her hair is lighter too.
And her eyes were more green-blue then grey...
I don't want this dream to reoccur.
I already know whats happening...