I feel like utter crap.
And I have no reason to feel that way.

I'll be a freshman in a week, I have plenty of commissions to work on, I'm learning the drill for marching band, I've had contact with my friends all summer, I went on a two-week vacation to California, and I bought a ton of uber-cute clothes.

So why do I still feel like the eight-year-old whose first puppy just died? Dx

It makes absolutely NO sense, and it's really frustrating me.

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Sorry about the rant. O_____o
It's my first journal post too, which kind of sucks.

Ah well, what happens happens, I guess.

-Ciao.