Greetings.
How many people cry for joy? How many people just get so happy that they cry? I don't, normally. I mean, I have a slight reputation as being one of the following: a nerd, a girl with anger-management problems, a loner, or the loudest most out spoken feminist in my school. One of them, or maybe a compilation of a few of them. But never "crybaby". At least, not after seventh grade.
But earlier this morning, I FINALLY got a reply from Joseph. His cell phone wasn't working, I guessed, so I texted his dad. Once, just once. And he wrote back. (Joseph, not Mr. M. Well, he did too, but I am not as into that. ha ha. not funny) And I cried. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pathetic! It didn't help that I hadn't slept beforehand.
I soooo need to fix my sleep schedule. AND I need to finish my summer reading. (opens up new window, talking to self) Oh, Sparknotes, where are you?
Hugz
HM
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