This is a journal. I don't really have anything to say that isn't complaining... so... go team. I want summer.
Also, trying to lose weight, write a book, keep breathing, and emotionally mature past being annoying as fuck to 90% of people I know when I'm upset (or maybe maturing past thinking I'm annoying as fuck when I'm upset). Then again... how annoying can fuck be, really? I guess it depends on the partner. Anyway. I'm going to go sleep. Stay classy, mes amis.