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Sometimes I hate my body.

Not the way it looks, mind you. I'm used to that. Just the way it seems to break down.

So I went back to the doctor's today. ( Those who don't want to hear about that can skip it. )

In other news, my date with Jacob is on Thursday. No news yet on what we'll be doing. Hopefully I'll get a chance to talk to him tonight.

And nobody better make fun of my short hair. I'm so not in the mood.

Don't mind me. I'm just bitchy and cranky because I had nightmares all night and then woke up at seven a.m. to my aunt's yelling.

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And just now my little cousin popped his head in my bedroom door, eyed my wrist braces, and remarked, "Aren't you supposed to be wearing those?"

Fuck that shit, man.