Day 13
I can't even think of anyone who I wish would forgive me. I'm not a bad person. I don't hurt people too often. If I did hurt you, and you haven't already forgiven me, there's probably a big reason behind that that prevents me from even wanting your forgiveness. Perhaps it's a two way street. Anyway, if you're holding a grudge against me, so be it. Life goes on. Maybe I hope all the fabulous people that I've accidentally given death glares to will forgive me. There, that.

On another note, I feel like shit. I'm incredibly paranoid and stressed out right now. I can safely blame that on the lack of sleep. So why is it 10:37 and I'm dead and awake? I don't know. I've just started hating sleep. No wait, I hate rejection. I hate it when my body rejects sleep, among other things. FSDNFJSKDNJKSDNKJNDKWENFIEIM. I feel so crappy, I need to sleep ): But I need to talk to people. I need to make friends. Fuck you Mandy, no one would want to make friends with you. Your cat's litter box is more interesting, and probably prettier too.

GUESS WHAT, I CAN KEEP A SECRET.