Yeah. Hey. It's me again. I stopped myself from writing but then i couldn't help thinking-great...what do i do now? And so here i am again. Typing, going through the motions, smiling and waving hi and bantering about senior banquet. Squealing, falling, getting up again, laughing all through lunch. That's me. I guess it's just the way i am. Is it possible to laugh through your pain but at the same time, while you know the pain is real the laughter is amazing-you know your laughing because something hysterical just set you off and so you're hysterical. Happily, painfully hysterical. It's amazing how many emotions the human body can juggle all at once while allowing each emotion to be felt equally. And i actually am excited about banquet-in a way. But sort of not. First it marks the end of junior high for me. It's like standing in front of a building thats slowly burning to the ground. You know it's done, gone-over. And you know you'll move on, buy a new house. But it's everything familiar and comforting. Everything you had left to hold on to for support slowly deteriorating around you. And you can't make it top. The dateless part doesn't bother me as much as, maybe, it should. I mean, first off a lot of girls are dateless. We're young. It's okay. I just...hmmm. Okay the words aren't coming. Now i'm done.