Today was another regular school day, I guess.
I'm Reading "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" I'm absolutely in love with it. I like relating to the character, since it pretty easy. He's funny and akward in a cute, young way. I wrote an 8 page story last night, and turns out its too long for the classs, what the fuck? My mind should not be forced to hold in what I think should be put into a paper, its restriction of creativity, in the class called "Creative Writing" Dear Mrs. Jackson, No offense, I just think you're lazy.

In other news its been about 20 days since the last time I 'hurt' myself. Its so difficult for me to get to that one month mark, but I'm going to make it. I have to I've promised so many people. I'm coming to a point though where I'm in my own form of withdrawl and its starting to kill me. Crying, and emotional bitch to anyone who talks to me in writing formal, if you couldn't already tell here.

Thats all I basically have to say for now. Its about 46 degrees outside and I still have band practice in 2 hours. Band, as in Marching band, as in outdoors. Yup, outside in the rain, cold, with a medal instrument in my hands. yum.