I can't tell.

I either feel nauseous from ulcer causing thoughts -.- or from the combination of chicken and tea at 7:30pm... I'm not sure!

Sure I am, however, about the fact I'd like to read Harry Potter this weekend! Alas, I cannot... It and my Psychology report sit quietly in my locker.

It's weird, these thoughts. I can't tell what I'm feeling about it besides the stress. I'm only sure that I love you a lot and I love how happy we've become. You've become. I think it's we because I am happy. I am just not blissfully happy like you are - only due to this thinking.

Yuck. I feel as though I am going to vomit.

(I want you to again. Or to continue. I'm not sure what the case is. Get out!!)

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