2004-02-26 at 8:04 a.m.
It's amazing how school brings out the diaryland in everyone.
It's hard to accept the fact that you still presume you know what I'm thinking, everyone does, they think they know me. You don't. You think you know what is on my mind, what is making me in a certain mood, and I hardly doubt that they know. You can't seem to handle me in different moods, as if, now, I don't have the right to be upset, or down, all just because it upsets you and then you stop talking to me. So what do I do at that?
Make myself perfect in your eyes, by trying my hardest not to be upset and have something on my mind because you will stop talking to me just to add to the upset?