I have this heavy heart like the future is coming at me, dancing on the edge of my life. Like, I can feel all of these possibilities all of a sudden, I know all of these possibilities, I know what I have left to do before I go into the next stage of my life.
I'm not sure if I want this. Well, I do, but I don't.
I want to spring forward, but I like how the days drag on in a way where there is no worry. There is no real care. I don't want to feel like I have to care. If I really want to care, it should be automatic, not forced.

When I have too many possibilities, I tend to freak out a little. I don't want to pick one and then shut all of the others off, you know?

My weight was up at like, 124, and now it's down to 121.8, yessssss. My abs feel a little tighter, which is also good, and I don't think I see any boob shrinkage. If any, it's minimal. And I got a haircut! It looks... all right. It's cute in a ponytail, but like, down I look kind of boyish. Ach, vell. Hmmm. Prom. Shoes. Make-up. Hairz. Argh, why is this so bothersome?