I have been single for two weeks so far. I feel like an alien. By the way my hair looks even worse to me now that I washed it for the second time trying to rid myself of the faggy smell, but to no avail. I hugged my little cousin Emily afterwards and she choked profusely because of the horrid stench that is me.. It is even brighter now, I am going to cry. No one wants to believe I look like diarrhea, I don't know why. But gosh people, face the facts, if I can you can.

My world is rocked, what the hell. How come my life can never just BE. Everything has gone down hill since like this stupid vacation started. I was mentally stable, cool with my social status, had great hair and had lost 10 pounds.. Now? I am eating like a cow, my hair looks like skank, my socialness will no longer exist because I am hideous, and the bleach smell is effecting my brain so I don't see my marbles residing in my head for anylonger than 4pm this afternoon. So I have about.. 3 hours 45 min to be sane if anyone wants to talk before I'm gone for good.

I miss Michael.