My method of getting through a day is just to look foreward to the next nice thing on that day. Just like swinging through the rainforest on lianas. I swing from one to another happy place.

I get up. The next thing I look foreward to is just to get the hell away from home.

I kind of like it… riding my bike to school knowing I won’t learn a thing in the next 6 hours. In those six hours I sometimes feel like the teachers are actually trying to bore me to death just so I will shut my mouth.

I am always glad to hear the bell ring because I know that I will at least be free for the next 15 minutes on my way home – just time to think.

I can’t really be myself at home. Everyone wants perfection from me.

I love the evening. It’s one of the only times of day I can really be myself. I can chat with friends, write ficlets about me…

As I said… finally I dont have to pretend I’m someone I’m not.