I've discovered some things.

1: Yay Therapy isn't really that difficult. It's not a cakewalk, but it's not as mean as I thought. (:

2: I know why I hate band now, and Fall Out Boy couldn't put it any better: "It was never about the songs, it was competition; make the biggest scene (make the biggest...)" Like, really. That's all Mrs. Pierce cares about, and that's not cool, man, not.cool. =/

3: Um. SHIT I FORGOT. Oh, no wait. I think I'm either being emotionally abused tor taking things out of context. -nod- /not really worried about it for some reason

4: I'm a vampire again. D;

5: I really need to come to terms with the fact that I'll probably never get to go to a concert or meet my bands. I'm just torturing myself thinking it'll actually happen.

6: I might be able to talk my mom into getting me the singing lesson thing I want for my b-day, even if it's my only present and I have to stick with my crappy First Act, four-year-old-and-getting-older guitar for a while. (:

7: Barre chords suck.

8: ...I don't know why I'm still writing. It's not like anyone reads this.

9: One more thing: screamo is amazing. Especially Bring Me The Horizon. ('course, they're British, so of course they're awesome, but)

I Just.

Third grade. Third fucking grade. That was the last time I could look in the mirror and think, Hey, I look kinda good. And third grade was when no one cared.

Third. Fucking. Grade. It started in fourth. And I don't think I've looked at myself and liked what I saw once since then.

God damn it. Now I feel like such a hypocrite. What kind of person does Operation Beautiful notes that hates how they look with a burning, fiery passion?

I want to say I don't care, I really do. But I have to admit, everyone has to admit: even though the inside *counts*, the outside's what *matters* in this world. So if you don't have a nice outside? You're fucked with everything. So I'm fucked.

(I bet if I had either never been born or had been born with a dick instead it'd be easier. -sigh-)