Breathe

Lately it seems that I have forgotten how to breathe. I'm too preoccupied with other things. So much that I'm not even so boycrazy anymore. I'm just...crazy. Which may be better.

I can't relax anymore. If I'm happy, then I skip down the halls of school and I smile a lot. And then, I just crash and fall asleep. I fell asleep watching The Godfather. Who does that? Fake blood and gunshots lulled me to sleep.

I refuse to believe all of this is my fault. I blame puberty and hormones. Those damn hormones. Turning me into a happier, crazier version of myself.

Anywho, it's almost time for seminar. So....squee!