Journal Eight

Do you have something to smile about? What could that be, possibly? For me, nothing. I have not smiled in who knows how long. Not that I smiled all that much before, but still. It hurts to smile. It hurts my head. It literally gives me a migraine. I am drained. I am dealing with so much, too much, and in a week, I have to add school to my endless list of worries, stress, and unhappiness. Actually, I'm a liar. Right now, I'm quite happy. I'm having an enjoyable conversation via text messaging with a good friend about video games. I cannot wait to see him next week. (I love you, Tony). I'm also having a conversation about who is the better pokemon trainer/master with Tyler, and he knows I would destroy him. It's wonderful and nice. I feel like nothing is wrong at this moment in time. I'm also watching some good, old Nick at Nite. It always seems to cheer me up, it's incredible. I can hear thunder and see lightening flashing through my curtains. I'm not enjoying that at all. Sorry storm chasers, I don't mind taking photographs of lightening or sitting on a swing during a light rain, but thunderstorms are not my friends. I have more to speak about, but I feel the need to stop, before I make myself angry and my my headache worse.