Once More.

When you tell me I'm a wreck
You say that I'm a mess
How could you expect anything less
Ah, Every Avenue, how dare you?

The day is winding down, but the activity around here isn't.
I haven't eaten today.
I can't get in the kitchen to eat.
Mother's trying to tell me something, I know it.

Everyone is doing something today.
I, on the other hand, have suffered through cancellations.
Blech.
Fuck itttt.

On Thursday, Connor told me I was too loud.
I suppose I am.
Then again, I told him, "You learn to be outgoing when you have to make all new friends."
He didn't really have a response for that.
I shouldn't have said it, and I knew as I was saying it that I shouldn't have, but I did, and I can't take it back now.

He told me Charlie would probably talk to me, if I spoke first.
The thought scared me. I shook. I won't do it.
Some people had a right to treat me the way I did.
Some people deserved apologies.
Some people had to reason, no right.
Some people will never hear the words, "I'm sorry." from me.

Enough.

Ashley is too busy to talk to me.
It's funny how I've always made time for her.
Always.

My face is breaking out with eczema again.
I haven't even been drinking milk.
It's something else and I don't know how to fix it. D:

I haven't spoken to "Daddy" in days.
It's still kind of creepy to call him that.
But, it makes Margaret happy that I get along with Keven well enough that he can be my replacement dad.
Still weird, regardless.

When is the last time I talked to Maggie?
Full on conversation?
About anything really?
Remember when she was my best friend?
Damn.

Something's happening.
I have to go.
Goodbye.