9:11,
march 2, 2001. the
skytrain said 'ding, the next station is,
edmonds. ding, the next station is, edmonds.'
it's my
mother's birthday. i forgot. not that it was her birthday, but that
february only has 28 days.
it's raining.
i'm depressed.
i also have terrible terrible
cramps. like
a thousand knives stabbing into me. this is
not typical.
dressing like a slut cheers me up when i discovered that
i've gained weight.
to the people who have had to look at me today,
i'm sorry.
i want a
cigarette
i saw a boy on the
bus with
the bluest eyes that i've ever seen on a real person.
i haven't eaten yet. maybe i should.
campus food sucks.
it's not even noon.
things had better get better.
thirty seconds after i wrote this, i find out my bestest bud didn't get into ubc. fuck.