Synapse.

I wish I could get out of my head. I'm going to have to, because there is nothing I can do for the next week and a half or so...
Another thing. Why is it that all some people do is complain? They don't look at their problems with the view of an outsider and realize how unimportant this complaint is? 'Yes, I'm sorry you feel hurt. But do you realize that you have hurt him/them much more than he/they have hurt you? YOU DON'T OWN HIM.' I want to say.

So um... it kind of sucks how often my mind wanders back to this. Why is it so hard to figure out how someone feels? It always is. Although, I do tend to assume people don't think much of me. So, maybe I'm psyching myself out. Maybe I'm being a goon. How long is four hours and twenty two minutes? It seems like a substantial amount of time to me.

Oh crap. Are they taking my bunny? Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. I think my parents are giving my pet bunny away to my neighbors. Crapppp they didn't tell me they were actually doing that! Maybe they aren't. Grrrrrr.