Maybe God can give us all neon signs on our foreheads that broadcast our thoughts and feelings... that way we wouldn't have to guess about everyone else's. Or our own.
Hmmm... that's an idea. I'll have to work on patenting that one.
My eyelids are lined with sandpaper and my eyelashes are coated with glue. Blinking hurts, and every time my eyes close, they want to stay that way indefinitely. I think I need to go to bed.
One year ago today: My hair's almost long enough to pull the top half into a ponytail! Woohoo! I am determined that this time, I'm going to grow it long--past my shoulders--again. I haven't had it really long since I was in grade 8, and it's time for a change. I've tried to grow it out before, but--the story of my life--I was too impatient to actually let it get past my chin. This time, though, I am going to grow it long!
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