Eight More Days To Go.

Officially, there is eight more days of summer left until my first day of high school. Feelings I have: scared, yet heart breaking, yet hyper, yet fine? I don't know how I'm feeling about high school. Are these feelings normal? I don't think the heart breaking thing is normal though. I think that getting front to front with my ex-boyfriends will be challenging. I think that having twelve weeks away from them or in other words Pizza-Face wasn't enough. I feel like I need more time, or should I face my fears on seeing their faces? It's all confusing. Not to mention even more stress piling up on my plate of...stressness? I don't know another word for a plate piling up with foods of stress.

Today was very mellow I guess. My mom woke me up from sleep saying she was gonna see Scott (her counselor). I went back to sleep then woke up at eleven fifty in the morning. The then dragged my body to the couch and decided to watch some Rupaul's Drag Race and eat my morning feelings. After ten minutes of waking up and trying to find a episode, my mom comes home and boots me off it. I did some chores, took a shower, and yeah...ANYWAYS. My mom has these weird bumps coming out of her chest, arms, face, and I didn't listen to her list of more "bumpess-maximess"? Anyways, her boss thought it was hives so she couldn't go to work today. She then went to the doctor and I was doing my makeup and she came in. She has hive from whatever the hell she has been doing.  I have seriously avoiding her so I don't get what she gets. Also she has been smoking like a chimney for the past month and I find smokers extremely disgusting. Not only because my entire family does it, but I can't imagine them dying...ANYWHO. I took pictures on instagram. Planned my school outfit, AND it was a pretty chill day. Except it's my anniversary with my best friend and we haven't talked in like three days...ten years went down the drain I guess. Maybe this is a rough patch in our relationship. Maybe she'll call me or just tell me I mean something to her IN A FRIEND WAY. I don't know. I guess my stress is already built up causing me to hug my sponge-bob pillow that I have had for seven years...awkward.