I'm still having issues with brain farts. I think I just got a little blogger-pressed for a while there. I actually thought I had something interesting to say. Funny thing.

I think it's that time of the month- I almost cried over what we were having for dinner tonight. Yeah. Because Crispy Beef really just gets to me, you know?

So I hosted Open Mic Night. It was cool. I wasn't that great, but I think my off-stage personality is what helped me win everyone over. So what if I'm not cut out for being someone who introduces the performers... this just helps prove that I should be a performer... sure.

My dad and I aren't doing good. He just left. I'm crying again. I don't know if it has something to do with Dawson's Dad dying, or Ben not forgiving Felicity, or the Beef thing again... but I'm just really scared that my momentary state of happiness and motivation is going to be leaving soon. This sense that it'll be the last time I'll hear my dad slam the front door... because if you don't, it won't close all the way. I get into these moods when I'm at home. I'm a total bitch to my mom, brother and dad. I dunno, this sense of bitter resentment... I'm taking it out on them... it's not their fault I had to move back in... I should be considerate of them. When it turns out I'm better at being considerate to someone I should be resentful towards. What the hell is my problem?

You know how good it feels when you let your tears fall down your face... and your cheeks get cool and wet... I wish that I could get that feeling without the crying.