"That's the Way it's Gonna Be, Little Darling..."

I saw Snakes on a Plane.

I forgot that I have zero tolerance for film violence. ^^;;; I screamed quite a few times, cried the rest, and spent the entire time trying to squirm as far down in my seat as possible without letting my feet touch the floor because I might get bitten by snakes. But I didn't close my eyes...! But I didn't have to, because I was crying.

My mistake. Waen is teasing me now mercilessly.

I'm not doing so well. Mum forced me to eat this morning, and by 'this morning' I mean 'one o'clock'.

I don't know. I--must be stressed out. I don't know. I don't want to see Christine ever again, right now, and I don't really want to do anything at all. My hands feel so peculiar. I don't know-- and I don't want to go to work (she. has put the fear of God into me, she really has. I've had so many nightmares and I get nervous and sick-feeling just thinking about it), or take my driving lesson to-morrow (Edwin doesn't like me, and I'm so tired of not being liked even though I know it's my own fault), or try to hold things together or manage anything. I don't know. My hands feel all floaty and heavy at the same time, like I should be doing something with them and I'm not. And there's so much I need to do--don't know how to do it. And I just feel like a really, really bad friend. And and and and and. I don't know, see? I just don't know.

Want something to go really right. Just once. Please.

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