So like: here is an entry. I am dreading school. I am tired of being alone. I need to talk to the councillor and ask if I can arrange something for my anxiety, i.e.: if I have an anxiety attack in class, I can retrieve my work from that class and go do it in the library, because I am more comfortable there.
Or something.
I'm so effing retarded.
Words cannot describe.
The other day, Dave complimented me like mad. It was really odd. He said if he hadn't met Jen (I was confused and thinking of Jennifer Cheung a moment, and then I realized that's his girlfriend's name, derrrr. ><;) he'd have wanted to be with me.
And I was thinking, "Do I really want to be with someone who finds beastiality hot?" The answer is ew, no. But Dave is kind, so he is excused.
After he said that, I was talking with Michelle and we got going on our childhoods, so I let out absolutely everything to her and Dave. I was so exhausted. Dave was so understanding, I was like, "eff you, sweet kindly bastard."
Argh.