Also, why the hell does everyone hate on poets? Everything that people hate is what I do. I feel a lot (at least I used to), and I write love poems and I write about things that I wish were. So fucking what?
My mind isn't feeling normal. At least I made a few jokes that people laughed at. That is always nice to have people appreciate me.
I really need to get into college. That should calm me down a little bit.
I think I'm just going to watch Netflix today.
I don't know if I smell. I took a shower last night, so my mom said I didn't have to take one this morning. I also hope I don't look like a loser. I hate judgment even though I do it a lot.
I can't look certain people in the eyes anymore. I just... don't know what to do. It makes my stomach hurt and I don't know why.
I miss Daisy.
I can't think of anything coherent to say, so I'm just going to end the post.