This is why I fail at life.

Soooo, I don't think every one realizes how crazy my mood-swings are.
My parents do, Mad might, Chris....Eh, not really. Every one else? NO.

That's part of why this blog-a-doo is so weird. I get some-what annoyed about some thing, write a blog, & when I go back to read it a month later it strikes me as extreamly angry & insane.

Like the thing I wrote about Tammi & the laundry. I really wasn't that mad!

Ok, ok, I was mad. But just about the soap! Really! I didn't think that she was trying to keep me out of clean clothes.

Or when I said ''Some times I hate my bestfriend," well...yeah, I get mad at her. But I think I've only hated her once. And that was for a good reason. Sort of. Well it seemed to be at the time.

Really, I get moody, I get depressed, I get extreamly excited, have highs of happiness that make me feel like the world is all sunshine & bubbles & hypo-allergenic cats. For a while I thought I was manic-depressive because of all that. I might be!

There is some thing not quite right in my head. Of this, I am sure. I have no idea what, or why, I've never told any one about it, but some thing is...not right.

It's hard to explain.