Bubbly.

I told you guys how I wanted to be over the summer.
Until today, this is how I wanted to be in the fall, the beginning of my senior year:

Bubbly and happy and carefree. Skinny, with golden-toned brown hair. Long wavy hair in a ponytail and short cheerleading shorts, going to visit the athletic trainer (the awesome guy who tapes up our sprains, puts band-aids on our blisters, gives us crutches when we break), and having all the football players staring at me in awe as I happily bounce to see the trainer. Then one of them will say something, and I'll respond prettily and wittily (heh, rhyme) and make them blush in my perfectpresence.

Until today, when I realized it's not possible. Why?

Because I am petrified of people.
People scare me. But only in real life. When they're online or on the phone or in a text message, they're fine. They can never hurt me or help me or try to do anything to me like they could manage in person. As long as they stay digital, pixellated, I'm safe.




But enough about me.
Tell me about your days, my dears.
Tell me what happened, I want to know.



Intake was eh today.
I was supposed to fast with my email buddy. Had a few handfuls of Hershey's Hugs and two pinches of shredded cheddar cheese. Feel disgusting.


On the bright side, I forced myself to go outside and run, since it was so nice out. That was difficult. I have no stamina.

I love you guys, thank you for all your wonderful comments. :]
Stay wonderful!