Today was okay.
I pretty much sat around and did nothing the whole day.
well, I did experiments on photoshop and practiced using psds. then for some reason i got all paranoid again and thought i was copying someone with the psd i was using. like why do i worry about these things?
but that’s pretty much all i did today. I’m anxious to read my new books that i bought yesterday.
and then school starts again tomorrow.
kill me now lkdjsfksd.
okay well, that’s pretty much it.
Lorelei and I were talking and she said that she gets that OCD and everythng is hard, but that so many people have it worse.
But I always go right back to what’s wrong in my life.
Why can’t I stop being selfish?
So I went to the bookstore and got the books I wanted. That made me pretty happy. Then we went to the movies and saw Cabin in the woods. It was pretty messed up, but funny at the same time. Then we drove home, and when I got home I was a little…upset by what my parents said. My mom told me to get the bags and I told her I couldn’t because I had to wash my hands. Then she said some comment and I almost started crying. Of course. Then I got inside and was washing my hands when my dad also made some comment. So now im in my room, slightly annoyed. I don’t know if it’s just hormones from my period that made me upset, or if I was really hurt by what my parents said…
I don’t want people to think I’m weird just because I want to be clean.
okay, so im new to this whole like journal entry a day thing but whatever
Todaaaay is saturday.
It’s actually pretty nice out.
And i woke up to find that i gained many new followers on my other blog.
And my posts got many notes. so that was a nice start to the day.
later on im going to the bookstore to get some new books. then im going to the movies with my mom.
today has been pretty good except for just a few small things.
so now we’ll just have to see how the rest of the day goes…
To be continued later
- me when I wake up: why
- me trying to find something to wear: why
- me looking in the mirror: why
- me walking into school: why
- me having to engage in social contact: why