*Sigh,*
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Lol.
Emotionally, I feel great.
But physically, I feel like I was hit by a train.
D:
My lower back aches.
My shoulder is popped out of place.
I have period cramps.
Both of my knees are popped out of place.
And my tummy hurts.
D':
It's retarded.
Lol.
I also have muscular cramps in my arms from chasing little kids.
I HATE IT.
I'm normally really good with kids.
All of my friends tell me that I'm going to be a good mom.
But I can't get along with my brother or his two little girlfriends.
They're the only kids I can't get along with.
It's gay.
Oh... there were two little fat kids on my brother's bus who hated me.
I think it's because they were fat little girls and I'm a skinny young-woman.
Haha.
Fat kids are fun to poke.
There was a little fifth-grader who gave me his number.
I wish I still had it.
xD
I'd call him up and ask if he wants to hang out.
Lol.
His name was Preston.
He was adorable!
Lol!
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Lol.
Emotionally, I feel great.
But physically, I feel like I was hit by a train.
D:
My lower back aches.
My shoulder is popped out of place.
I have period cramps.
Both of my knees are popped out of place.
And my tummy hurts.
D':
It's retarded.
Lol.
I also have muscular cramps in my arms from chasing little kids.
I HATE IT.
I'm normally really good with kids.
All of my friends tell me that I'm going to be a good mom.
But I can't get along with my brother or his two little girlfriends.
They're the only kids I can't get along with.
It's gay.
Oh... there were two little fat kids on my brother's bus who hated me.
I think it's because they were fat little girls and I'm a skinny young-woman.
Haha.
Fat kids are fun to poke.
There was a little fifth-grader who gave me his number.
I wish I still had it.
xD
I'd call him up and ask if he wants to hang out.
Lol.
His name was Preston.
He was adorable!
Lol!
