I just felt funny and wanted to pretend I was like a soldier fighting and was upset that I was American but accepted it but not that it was necessarily the best thing.
I was looking for old Halloween costumes like that. I still have to tell my dad what I want to be. He's gonna buy the costume. I also have to decide to spend my money a certain way by a certain time.
^99^ My dad just asked me to go to the mall, and I said no I want to wait until it's time for us to go to the grocery store. I don't feel so well. I feel pretty good as a whole for some reason, though. It's like there's something wrong with the surface of me. I felt affected by someone ... for some reason I channeled the thought with Helena Bonham Carter ... and I felt my face wasn't as plastered in a certain way that was bad, but I didn't keep the good way.
Hm, I just thought of book when my dad came in. He left me a note, and I saw it. I didn't want to go out, though... I just bought 3 personality books. What's his point? I don't want to solidly feel indents in my brain, neither! Why should I suffer his bloood?
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