Happenings of the Dramatic Sort 8

Chelsey
Okay. I have to keep reminding myself to breathe. Which doesn't seem quite right, like a white sheep with all the black ones. Either way, it's like people were practically born to... what's the word...annoy, maybe? Oh well. Hmm. I say that a lot, so does that mean I resign myself to things? So, here goes again. Oh well. Changing subject... It's weird how people call me perfect. Why, in the whole darn big wide world, would somebody actually envy me? Why? WHY WHY WHY? I don't understand why someone would want that pressure, that weight, that annoyance constantly on top of them every day. But, once again,
Oh well.

