I dont' know. Meh. Life's just sorta blah. My family's out of wack. My academia's out of wack. My soul is out of wack. My entire life needs a tune up.
Honestly? My family's messed up. My dad's gone perpetually on work stuff. My mom is frazzled. WAAY frazzled, like perm gone horribly wrong frazzled. My sister...is a freshman, but figuring stuff out. My brother...is stressed, I think. Me? I want to go to college. Away from here.
Honestly? School could be worse. I'm getting my work in. That's right, In. Not necessarily completely done, but in. Which is an improvement. It sucks, though, that I got a 47/65 on my JRP speech. I really could have done better, and it sucks. But I'm getting my calc, so that helps.
Honestly? Socially...let's not go there. New word though. Platonic. That's me and you, Kayla.
Honestly? I'm not feeling it. I still believe it all. Oh, yes. But, I don't know. I'm not feeling it. ANything. At All. I felt something a while ago...but now...I just think it's a dip in this lovely roller coaster. I don't like being so numb, though. Not numb. Yeah, numb. In a way. Depleted. The supporting actress that has a vital role, but only is in the play to play that one specific part, and after that is snuffed off because she's virtually useless after that and it adds to the greatness of the overall story. Great, there was a purpose for my birth. Joy. What now? Empty shell, EMPTY SHELL!!! A Ukrainian Easter Egg. I don't get some things. Am I meant to? WHat's the point of it all? I mean really, I'll play a supporting role. I'm more comfortable in it anyway.
Perpetua and Felicity both are saints. Felicity was Perpetua's slave. Perpetua was the one who wrote everything down, played the bigger role. Felicity still has the saint title.
