School is well. Class is in session. I have resumed my work.
My body. Working out everyday and eating healthy sucks. But I want to be perfection incarnate.
Every word you say to me echoes. I think about you so much, it's scary.
I don't want to be attached to you. I don't want to be attached to you.
I don't trust you. You scare me.
I hope everything ends up okay.
