One week.

7 days.

48 school classes

Numerous hours and minutes.

Until I can "know" what's wrong with me...

But... I want to know more...

Not just my hips, which are my main problem, but... My back, my knees, ankles.

I just... I want answers.

A doctor didn't really know.

A physical therapist didn't either.

I don't.

My friends don't.

My family doesn't.

What does it matter anyway.

It's going to all be nothing.

It'll be wrong.

I'll be wrong.

I would have spent everyone's time to waste.

Like I already do.

But not everyone wants to hear this.

So anyway. Next week in 8 days is the homecoming dance.

I'll be having a tally here and my role play book so that I show you what I wear for the themed days.

:)...
Fun.
Be honest. If you don't want to see, then say 'no thank you'

This is all everyone's choice. So don't been pitiful and say 'yeah!'

Cause I kinda don't but I kinda do too.

Okay.
I'll stop rambling on.
Bye!