God, I am so tired of doctors. That and I am tired because of finals and such. I am almost done with finals. Two more tomorrow then I get a nice semester break. I have had three doctors appointments in a row, one each day, for the last three days. All of these appointments revolve around my arms, the burning and the cutting. I feel like mom is trying to show them off sometimes. She wants me to pull up my sleeves for everyone we talk to. And I don't want to. I go to great lengths to keep my arms hidden. And mom just wants me to whip them out for anyone who mentions mutilation, cutting, or any related word. Jesus. And in therapists offices, mom is just so... Kind and always asking me these questions and god it is so annoying how she changes for them. She is the ideal mother, caring and open and honest. Jesus... But no where else. Argh, oh well, not much I can do about it. Tomorrow we are going out to celebrate the end of finals and the beginning of out break. I think dad wants to go out on a beach/RV trip. I do not want to go if I cannot bring a friend. Hopefully Ashley if she doesn't have something going already, or heather if she isn't doing something with Pieter. And the parents have to okay it. I have to study a little but more for my bio final. I have a few crush type things right now. One is still Kevin Cataneo. I DIDN'T DO IT! I have to. It has to be done someday by somebody. Not like anyone is going to ask me out anytime soon. I don't think there has been a time in my life where I have felt less attractive. And so inadequate. I am such a little goody girl priss. I don't drink, don't smoke I live at home. Jesus, I don't even listen to some weird music. If only I was something more than normal. Eh. I will get over this stage in life someday I am sure. Goddamnit, this bandage makes it so impossible to type. It keeps pushing my finger one key over. ARGH! Bite me. I have no life. I hope everybody know that. Sometimes I think I have a life, but then I realize, I don't, not really. Okay, I lied, I do. I just want to make more of a reason why I can wallow in self-pity. But I cant. I have so many awesome people in my life. Like Ashley and Heather who both totally rock. And I know I will be spending so much of my life with Ashley. Like, her children with pee their pants laughing at stuff I say, And if they don't, I will squeeze them until they pee their pants (screaming) with laughter. Little bastards, don't know a good joke when they hear it. Why, back in my day, when a dollar was worth something and kid RESPECTED their elders... Why back in that day,...