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This is my writing when I was in 2nd grade.

My favoiet plase is the Puplice Libery. I like it becaus it is a big bilding done town. It is a libray for adlts and kids. You have to tack an alivater up to adlt area. You gest have to walk to the kids area.

Now if I translate this in to understandable terms it would be: My favorite place is the public library. I like it because it is a big building downtown. It is a library for adults and kids. You have to take an elevator up to the adult area. You just have to walk to the kids area.

You know I miss being a little kid and how much I’d love to learn. I mean when I was 7 I love the library. I couldn’t even read back then. Haha I was also that little kid who would try and be the teacher’s pet and always giving them gifts and things.

That’d changed. But to tell you the truth it hasn’t changed by much. Well I can read now. That’s probably the only difference. Oh and I can spell.

Yeah.

I’ve had to deal with a whole fucking lot in the past 24 hours. And I’ve had to deal with some pretty fucking scary shit, and had to have to have enough courage to deal with something pretty fucking huge while I was completely fucking broken. And now you wonder what I’m doing?

Eating yogurt. It’s 2:30, and I’m fucking eating yogurt. I don’t even like yogurt. And to top it all off I’m pretty sure I’m lactose intolerant. 

Yeah.

Well, fuck.

Maybe I should just get hypnotized.

I feel like I have no personal space anymore. At all. I’m not a secretive person, who keeps everything from my parents or anything. But I do need my space from people. I need a lot of ‘me time’. I need my own place where I can be whenever I want that can be my own and mine only. But ever since my parents officially started to break up in October I’ve almost completely lost that.

I really don’t have much time where I genuinely feel alone (I do feel alone but in another way that isn’t this one, that’s not really positive for me but that’s not what I’m talking about right now.) and can just think or do whatever I want just by myself away from the people around me. People tire me. I’ve always been this way. Even when I was little. It really didn’t matter how much fun I was having with my friends I could/can’t spend more than 24 hours with them. I always end up looking for the soonest way out. Don’t get me wrong I love hanging out with I just need my own space. 

The only real place I somewhat feel I can have this sort of alone time is my room, in my old house (or I guess the one I’ve been living in for the longest). But seeing as now my time I have to be in my room is cut in half, or more like a fourth seeing as my sister doesn’t leave me alone anymore, I feel even more lost than usual. The only real time I have to myself now is late at night. Everyone’s asleep and can’t be in my space both mentally and physically. But this isn’t working to well for me. I mean yeah I can stay up all night and I do. Heck I’m writing this at 5 in the morning for pete’s sake. It’s just probably not the best thing for me to do. I mean sleeping during the day and staying up all night really makes you miss out on things, and really I can’t keep doing this when school starts up again. 

My counselor (don’t even get me started on this. It’s sort of mixed feelings about having to go and see her) wants to hypnotize me. Yeah that’s right hypnotize me. She wants me to have some place in my mind that I can go to at anytime to be ‘alone’. But somehow I doubt having some weird wheat field in my mind is going to help me have my alone time. Quite frankly I think that would screw me up more than I already am. 

Alright I am done. For now at least. Now I’ll probably go lay down because my stomach is KILLING me. 

I’m far too lazy.

And laziness seems to just get worse as I get older. Gah seriously I think my laziness my actually kill me. I was too lazy to even get up and eat today! I really don’t think that’s healthy. But that’s just more of the reason I should get a mini fridge in my room. That way when I don’t leave my room for days I can at least not be dying from starvation.

I also am too lazy to change out of my clothes sometimes. I mean I don’t know why they invented pajamas I feel jeans are pretty dang comfy. And when you stay up until 5 in the morning the last thing on your mind is what pajamas you should change into. Man when I’m tired I just crash.

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Happy birthday Tumblr!

In exactly 11 days it will be my Tumblr’s first birthday! :D Haha I’ve actually been looking forward to this. I mean what better way to spend my day on the 14th then wishing my Tumblr a happy birthday? I think nothing. Actually 3 important birthdays are coming up.

• Tumblr which is on the 14th
• My birthday which is on August 7th
• Then lastly my Twitter which is the 20th

To tell you the truth I’m more excited both my twitter and tumblr’s birthdays more than my own. Eh I’ve never really been that big on my birthday. I won’t even be doing anything for it which I’m perfectly fine with. 

Extra Time On My Hands

I’m having a pretty casual morning (actually it’s almost noon) here in Portland. Sunny and warm today, which is actually a plus. I’m in the mood for some sunny nice weather like this. It is summer after all so in a way I kinda feel it should be sunny and hot. Or at least I am expecting it. But quite frankly the weather has been pretty chill and kinda cloudy. Don’t get me wrong I love that kind of weather just after months and months of it a little sunshine is always welcome.

I could talk about the weather for at least 50 tumblr posts but this god damn sneeze of mine is making me so annoyed I just thought I should move on to talking about my allergies to life. Well right off the bat, I’m allergic to the sun. Yep. And no it’s not the normal oh I’ll burn to death going out in it or getting a weird skin reaction from it. I sneeze at it. I know sneezing at the sun is so weird. And now it’s gotten even worse and I sneeze at pretty much any form of light. And if I don’t sneeze I constantly get that horrible needing to sneeze feeling that seriously drives me so crazy I think about just digging a hole into the ground and never seeing sunlight or any kind of light ever again.

Well besides being allergic to the sun, I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to everything else. Everything in the air is just killing me. And this sucks because I never had allergies when I was a little kid. Now I have them worse than everyone else. Like seriously I can’t even talk normally. I sound like a gross raspy allergy filled version of myself. It’s horrible! I kinda sound like a boy goingthrough puberty! That’s just not right.

Well shoot. Turns out I actually might go do something so I’ll cut this short. If I don’t do anything productive or interesting you’ll see me I’m a bit. Heck whatever that doesn’t matter.