Song: Silence
Mood: Dead, Sad.

Dead:
Swing was probably ten times more worse than yesterday. My legs are both so sore, I can barely walk and I can't get up without assistance, or I'll fall back on my ass. :[ I feel like falling apart. Literally.

Sad:
My friend that I haven't seen for four years, my first best friend in Fontana, has come back today, and I CAN'T SEE HER! She is less than ten miles from me--and I can't see her. :[

Kay, my darling, you were wrong.

Today got worse.