the joy of it

provo is awful without some place to go and someone to talk to. how am i supposed to run away when i feel like this? i can't. i want my friend back. i hate the stupid cat that won't stop touching me.
i am sure it is the fear that's been eating me all day of being pregnant along with being tired plus this time of the month. i can't control anything. i'm sorry that i feel attacked, not understood. i'm not unreasonable, i'm sad and oversensitive. sorry about that. it's hard being a girl for a couple weeks.


these are pretty. i want pretend life again.