I'm getting sick of my face. I can't find anything new about it, which is boring, and I get a little more pissed off whenever I see it. Oh god, prom pictures are going to kill me, with my stupid smiling face over and over and over again. Maybe I'll disfigure myself to ease my boredom.
I've also been hearing my name everywhere for a while. I hear Tess Tess Tess Tess Tess spiking people's conversation, popping out from corners and shadows. Tess the Paranoid Egomaniac... that's going to look great on my gravestone.
I realized recently that most of my thoughts aren't worth thinking, which was horribly depressing. My life seems hopeless right now - not particularly depressing, but hopeless. I feel like I'm swimming in milk.
This entry reminds me of a zit filled with shit.
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