Break These Bones

Stacey and I are worried, together.

We were in Ms. Colvin's photography room at lunch today, developing some of Stacey's film. Ms. Colvin came up to us to say hi, and said, "I didn't know you two were friends!" Stacey and I looked at each other, shook our heads, and said, "Ew. We're SO not friends." It was hilarious-- I think even Ms. Colvin laughed at us-- simply because that's the way our friendship is.

She was making fun of me for something, I think it was for setting the timer wrong since I haven't messed with it in so long, and when I made a fake-sad face, she said something like, "Aw Kennaaaa, you're my best frienddd." How adorable! I love that girl. She's become one of my best friends this year... even though we've never hung out outside of school. Well, except for the Playradioplay! concert. Whatev, we will!!!!

Anyway, she and I are worried together, for reasons I don't care to explain. But know this: it's nice to have some damn moral support from someone who actually understands. For once.

Off grounding soon! ♥

...I think I get grounded too much.

Maybe it's because I like to push limits; test the waters.

I don't really know how to explain it... but it's almost a compulsion.

Oh! I know:

"One day they will make humans out of steel,

but until then I may have to break these bones."

--Skinny