Hm... well, it's finally my birthday... but life doesn't feel much better as being fifteen than fourteen. Not bad. Just not better.
Today...
Jeez. I don't even want to say it. I got a text from one of my guy friends who is interested in something more (but I'm not sure if I am) saying that he saw a condom commercial on TV today. Oh, that's just great. Sees a condom commercial and thinks of me? Joy. Joy, joy, joy.
Sorry for not writing... This week's been kinda weird. I had an asthma attack on... hm, Wednesday? Or was it Tuesday? I dunno, earlier in the week, and then had an emotional breakdown on Thursday and cast out a nightcrawler, god poked with literally 140 needles on Friday to find the source of these asthma attacks... oh, by the way, I found out that I'm allergic to some trees, fall weeds, weeds at all, cats, dogs, dust, dust mites, mold, bee stings, fire ants (isn't everyone?), and very allergic to all types of grass. My right arm and back look like they've been through a freaking cheese grater. Ugh.
Anyhow...
Life's boring.
Still confusing.
But it isn't like I thought all this would change on my fifteenth birthday.
In Hans Christian Andersen's version of the Little Mermaid, the mermaids get to go to the surface once they turn fifteen. I'm kinda not feeling that sunshine yet, I'm still feeling a bit bottom-of-the-ocean-ish.
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