All day long. Set off by the tiniest pin drop. I was reprimanded for not volunteering in CA. I can't find a ******* thing. I can't even work a scale. I suck at this. Spanish as usual I just didn't get it and it upsets me I can't concentrate but I tried to in Biology and History and I took a lot of detailed notes and drew a lot becasue my skin felt like it was crawling when I would stay still. I'm literally the definition of restless leg syndrome and then I try to stop moving, and suddenly burst forth into narcoleptic and just tip over asleep. Sitting up. It's so maddening. I don't know anymore. I tried to be pleasent. Steve made me a biscuit. I drew him a monkey playing bass guitar. A fat, hairy monkey. I found the Triforce. Sped forward seven years, and almost clobbered my brother, with my foot, in his face, because he kept trying to feel smart by giving me vague directions through the game and I kept saying I don't want help. I don't want help. STOP. And he wouldn't. So I'm shreiking and him, and then my mom. I was halfway through Jabu-Jabu when I haaaad to leave for DE. He refused to leave my game, and I stomped out referring to him as "a dirty little ******". I OT'd a second hour and what not. It was fine. I finally got my paper work. I'm done with driver's ed and I'm speeding through my at home hours. Not literally.I'm going to bed. I...idk. I can't seem to rumble up the energy to keep feeding myself. It's so tiring. I showered finally though. Cleaned my hair. Did not shave...
My lips are stupidly chapped. I don't even know why I can't stop gnawing the split back open and it's so dry. I'm just physically on edge. I keep licking my lips. Over and over and over. Don't do it, too late. Don't do it, too late. Don't do it, too late.
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