today i was rather distraught to discover my favourite uniball is quite lacking in ink. it seems all of my pens have decided to die at the same time leaving my slippery tear-stained hand to grip ticonderogas for all its days. i do love them but they're not quite as indelible as i would like them to be...

i am now seeing the beginning symptoms of teenage freak out stress disorder. i usually get it at the end of each school year but i have so much "stuff" i must accomplish before november 15th that i am kinda going insane in my own little way. i don't like pretending to be a grown up and i don't like having to do it all alone

during dinner with my dad and stepbrother we heard whistling coming from another room, and not knowing a tv was on we all became alert and wondered what was causing the noise. one we realized it was just the breakfast club we went back to eating and i said "man, i thought someone was in my room for a second there." there were a few nods and chuckles of agreement, and i added "i thought someone was about to spring out of there and gun us down." and they kinda stared and my dad replied "well...i didn't." i never thought i'd start vocalizing such macabre thoughts

i haven't written anything good in a couple of weeks. hmph

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