Privacy.

I know it's been awhile since I last posted but it's not like the world is gonna end if I don't post every week.
Anyways, what's up with the title? Well here's the very short story;
I was at Lauren's with Jessica and we were kinda stoned out of our minds. I was having a bad trip cause I swear to God, or whoever, that I was hallucinating. I kept seeing things and they were scaring the shit out of me. Anyways, I was laying on my back and Jess & Lauren were sitting up. Jess saw something on my stomach and asked what it was. I told her it was nothing. And it is nothing.
I know you guys love me but I. Am. Fine. I'm not trying to be mean but what is on my stomach is my business and I know how to handle it. I don't need you guys to keep asking. And I know you haven't been pestering about it but just forget about it. One of the main reasons why I wrote this post was to basically to tell you guys that I'm okay. Trust me.

I really don't have anything else to say so.... Bye, I guess.



Peace
-A