I’m serious. Not lame.
Couldn’t tank waiting. So in just here waiting. Waiting alittle less.
Dad says I think too much. Itz probably migraine. Maybe I do. Like right now. But there’s this worrying block in my head that has been refusing to budge.
Screaming mentally to myself.
But yesterday, I felt only Alex heard me. Sorry lunch buddy today!
My head hurts. My head burns.
Time to dig for some sleep and then start work. Comeon Sherilyn!
Everything’s gonna be alright tomorrow. I just know it.