Feeling: Fusty
Listening to: Yellow by Coldplay

So... How is everybody? Yeah, I feel the awkwardness, too. It's like I don't even know you anymore. :p

As long as we're catching up, let me just say that I feel like I'm not using my (very limited, constantly decreasing) time correctly. I wake up at lunch and disgust myself when I realise I could have spent those precious moments doing more worthy things. It's like I lose half my day by simply sleeping it away (Though it could have something to do with me being Supermoose and all. I mean, flying around every night, fighting crime, helping citizens in distress, forever at the beck and call of people in need can get rather tiring, but oops, you weren't supposed to know that). It's quite depressing. I guess there is such a thing as too much sleep. And I know, I know. It sounds ke-raaayy-zeee.

Kay, your turn.

"I guess we don't know what's real or unreal," she had said without meaning to. "You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous." - Queen Of The Damned by Anne Rice

Days remaining: 20

Like oh, my God, totally. Hug, hug. Kiss, kiss.

Feeling: In need of a shower
Listening to: Miss You by Aselin Debison

At 2:23 this morning, I removed my blankets, planned on writing what will follow only to have the internet fail me, thus, resulting in it's swift delay in publication:

I am awake even though I'm really tired because I can't sleep because I keep tossing and turning and twisting beneath the bed sheets because my mind is occupied by disturbing thoughts because I am scared as hell because basically and honestly and truthfully, I don't want to grow up. And I fear that if I don't climb out of the bunk bed I use to replenish energy, and get rid of these thoughts for at least just a few hours, I may explode.

Please tell me I'm not alone in this, because despite the awful rumours, I hate being alone, and to think that that is the only way I will get through this, it is so scary.

Days remaining: 30

I would also like to add that my right ear has been blocked for about three days. It's very disturbing. Especially when I eat and the munching sound is just screaming at me.

Oh, and while I was going through those e-mails I mentioned in the previous post, I came across an e-mail saying I, as a "gothic mortal", should go to this website. I clicked on it, thinking "What the hell is this?" And then, and then, and then, I kind of screamed and went oogly-eyed as soon as I read the title of the page. :D :D But I guess you'd only understand my reaction if you read Anne Rice.

Yeaaaah.

Days remaining: 36

Feeling: Kapoot

I've been reading through old (as in very old) e-mails I should have deleted a very (as in very very) long time ago. It was painful and slightly stomach-tightening, and I can't help but feel like I was such a bitch. Like. WOWWWWWW. I'm so sorry. And ashamed of myself. And so, in tribute to those I been mean towards, in the fashion that has stuck to my very soul, I have written down words:

To whoever I have hurt due to my naivite (I could name a few, but I think you know who you are. Okay, I'll give initials. A, D, T, C, K and H),

I am on my knees and begging profusely for your forgiveness. Time has blessed me with wisdom (That wasn't the right word. I'm not wise, hahah (Well, I mean, I've grown out of most of my naivite and stupidity)), and I am now aware of how mean I was to you. Whether you forgive me or not (And I can see how you wouldn't want to even consider it), please understand I am a changed female unit and I have been unexpectedly acquainted with the disgusting habits of the much younger me. As such, I apologise if my growing up has ended in your demise. Do not hesitate to approach me to confirm I have been a bitch because I suppose I do need a few more slaps in the face to bring me back to reality.

Again, I am terribly sorry and honestly, this makes me hate the younger me even more.

With sincere apologies,
Sue-Anne

Days remaining: 37

I am scared.

Days remaining: 41