Today I feel fine

Dear Readers,

Where I'm at, I don't care much anymore. Even hearing that one person (Fred, you're the best super-pal ever) actually cares when I felt that I could care less made me really think about it. What is it? Three more months until high school is over, and I'm doing wrong on all the things I said I wouldn't do, but eff it. I'm just going to live, and I'm only going to care for the things that really matter to me, and if I don't matter to anyone, then I won't care for whoever that is. So eff all of this angst and regret that's in my system. If all else fails, you're all welcome to get stoned with me just to forget all the bad stuff. Because there's so much of that. And I just won't write about the bad stuff anymore, okay. There's always the modblog for that. So you guys, this is the revival of the blog, and I understand that the hiatus was like...six days, but whatever.

See, here, I would commence putting a clever anecdote that may or may not erase everything I previously said about wanting to kill myself. But you know what? Its American Idol. I need to write my friend a song for her bday. And I'm sleepy. So goodnight good folk. See ya'll tomorrow. And I mean it.

Your good buddy,
Vanessa E.