"Medicine, make it okay..."

I think I'm running a fever.

I think mum ran away from home and is not coming home tonight.

I think my mum and Sarah are so alike.

I think adults are childish.

I think my parent's are childish.

I think people who judge my parent's without knowing the whole story are childish.

I think my dad's going thru alot and just because he doesn't say anything, people think he's okay.

I think this shit situation drove me to do something drastic with the scissors and my hair again.

I think this stupid giddy spell's so annoying cause it stopped me from going to jaja's open house.

I think my head's gonna split into two.

I think I don't know which side I'm going to take this time.

I think I've been writing too much.

I think I'm falling apart.

I think I'm scared that I'm falling apart.

Happy birthday Jaja.

Happy Holidays.