Buttered-Dragonfly

So, dedication is a dish I have served, or rather in this case dished upon minimally. Or perhaps many times, but without meaning. Some kind of dish. I'm pretty sure... Anyway, I would like to say that I made this account and immediately began to neglect it like the bastard child of renown family (<---totally not a forced simile). Despite having less than a hint of an audience or dedicated following, I believe this treatment is unfair. Unfair to myself as well as... whoever is reading this. I'm not trying to make excuses for myself, quite the opposite actually. I'm doing my best to criticize myself... and be okay with it. I have severe

As evidence of the title, this is a pessimistic journal entry. Please, if you want to have a good day, don't read this. This is just my way to vent, I don't want anyone to have a bad day on account of my bad day. So, turns out school can physically harm you. Truthfully, it's mostly my fault, but I like to blame school anyway. Anyway, on Thursday, for 3rd block I had: Weight Training! Yay! All the class had been doing for the past week (since school started) was get uniforms and fill out consent forms. I was really anxious for this class to start. I've always been lean, but never exactly fit, just... skinny. So I was raising my hopes for this

So... My computer just crashed for no reason (besides that it wants to ruin beautiful moments of my life). I had these wonderful, long, exquisite paragraphs that I was so close to being done with. They explained pretty much my exact reason for being here, making a profile, and what I hoped to do. But, I'm to lazy to redo the whole thing, so... here's the short of it. Just like those recaps from the beginning of every episode in a complicated tv series, a recap where they talk super fast and you can't understand them. I have some social problems that I've had for a long time now. Can barely talk to anyone in public out of fear of humiliation.