i'm in love with a boy who doesn't know my name.

So, I'm extremely bored and sitting around watching soap operas has just recently lost its zest. Call me crazy. Last night I slept at 3 because my leg was being weird. It felt like it hurt...but it didn't. Do you know what I mean? Does that make sense? I don't know either, but it felt like someone was sawing away at my bone, and it sent vibrations throughout my femur or fibula or tibia or all. I don't know, it was weird. I don't remember much...

Anyway...I am bored. Hey, good news today. I actually didn't have to suck in while putting on my jeans. Woohoo. Progress, people. Life is pretty calm and good. All I do is think. Everything else just won't break into my mind. I think I'm creating this wall around myself. For no reason. I don't see anyone to talk to, so I just sit around alone...and think. I stew. Its bad, yeah. But who can stop herself from stewing? If you can, tell me your secrets. But yes, wall. Whatever you have to say...even if you want to be an ear to me, why don't you just stop pretending that you care?