I'm still in highschool.. homeschool.. working on that nice and slow as ever.
I developed a bit of a social life.
I'm still fat, just a little less fat.
I still want to murder the dog.
Yesterday, I thought I had hit a turning point in my life.. I thought i'd made a great revelation or something. But then it just turns out I was on drugs, and I can't remember my fantastic revelation. Gaaaaay
I want to move out. Really badly.