Pokemon and Dragons and Stuff OH MY!!!

My parents are so stupid OH MY GOD.

In other news, on the car ride to visit my Mema after her surgery, I had an epiphany about myself: I truly am a strong, independant woman who loves to break gender stereotypes.

Lately my entire world has been engulfed in pain. My entire body has hurt me for well over a month, and never have I felt lonelier. This pain is unbearable…

Last night, since I had to volunteer, I missed Aaron’s call to let me know that he had arrived safely in Maryland. I tried to call him back, but he turned his phone off. Today… I felt awful. My head, throat, back, and legs were killing me. I’ve been coughing my lungs up all day. And I tried to call him again a few times, but apparently he never turned his phone back on.

All day the worst has been running through my mind. My medicine will probably kick in in just a moment and I’ll be asleep. What if he calls me and I’m too out of it to answer?

Or what if… he doesn’t try to calp me at all?

I don’t feel good in the slightest.

One month. Five months. Almost a year and a half. For something that lasted almost a year and a half, how can nothing have changed in five months? How could we have not seen each other in a full month?

The worst thing is, it will be even longer before I can see him again…

I wonder… I hope… Will the school refund my prom tickets?

I’m dying… slowly succumbing to the desert’s heat… all energy and will being robbed by the harsh sun…

All I want… is one… small… drink… of water…

I am an average teenage girl. I enjoy cosplay. I believe that religion is like a penis: it’s perfectly fine to have one, but not to wave it around in public. My name is Luna, and I’m not a mormon.

Does everyone feel this completely useless, or is it just me? I just want to help people who need it…

God my mom’s a bitch. I say one fucking thing and put a toe out of line and she jumps on my ass! Ten minutes of yelling simply because I don’t wanna get rid of my parking decal and risk getting fucking towed. I should just not say anything at all, for the rest of the week, because apparently I can’t say one fucking thing right.

How much longer until dad comes home?!

Highlight of my night: watching Outlaw Star and seeing a praise spelt “congratuRations”

XD

“Oh boy, did we inherit a major pain in the ass or what”

“I beg your pardon, but I am not a ‘major pain in the ass’ I am the Gilliam II and this ship is the Outlaw Star.”

I love smartass robots. XD