Mixed Irish People

Something goes wrong, and they think they can take liberty and say something stimulating in a bad way.  Like, they refer to something else, and they think of things that shouldn't be thought of and relay the message to me and others.  I can look at it in another way, like that I don't really like it.  Hm...when things like that happen, usually, people do something else to make sure it bothers me but may realize I can look at anything in a different way and that they'd be out to do something that didn't mean anything that made sense nor that wasn't okay in the end.  I'm like a virus learning to overcome immunity.

Did you realize

ever since the "n" word thing people have been treating me the way they treat other people, in ways that aren't appropriate?  People used to do that to people when they got out of hand, but with me it happens at random.

I also told my dad

the medicine can make you twitch even after you've stopped taking it.  Clearly, I was misdiagnosed.  There was a Chinese doctor at the mental hospital who seemed to think I didn't need the medicine the 2nd time I went there, but since I went there a 2nd time after getting off my medicine my dad wanted me back on the medicine.

I finally finished sewing my ballet slippers.

The medicine also makes me fat.

I might

use my money to help pay to take ice skating or tennis instead of getting a Nook nor online books.

The Gym and Hard Breathing

So, I dreamt of my great aunt who died and my grandma.  I was on the moon, and my grandma was there.  I stopped breathing sometimes.

So, I read online that the psychiatric medicine I'm taking kills you and can cause hard breathing.  If it does, it says to stop taking it immediately and to seek help...

So, I broke the news to my dad, sent an e-mail.

I said, instead, let's go to this nice gym every day.

:) Ah! ~:)

I was reclining on my couch.

I might go iron now.

I do want to listen to Believe more, but I should probably settle all corners of my life.  I'll be back, unless I fall asleep.  :|

I might be better.

I had quite a doozy at Wal-Mart.

Did you know I can't really feel anything?

I've had parts of me stimulated.  Not much, though, and it's just a tingly feeling now.

Aw, Twitter's not working.

0:  I'm tired but don't feel like sleeping.  I did take my pills.  I'm wondering if I'll wake up.

I am always right, more or less.

I already cared about the outcome.

}:D But don't worry

I figured that's just "what" these people are.

So, is there a discipline

to hate on me?  This is so lame!

Even if you knew something was wrong

there are certain things that don't deserve certain things, but I suppose there's a reason for anything.

1st Time!

I had a natural cut on the palm of a hand. My skin split open in direction of the thin lines side to side but not on a big line.

Ooh, too much.

I have this feeling I'm about to crumble.

Princess

So, if something has a coincidence then it's the answer to a problem?  :D  Ahahaha!

So, some people

pretend that certain protocols didn't exist.

It's best to do what's safe, but I don't know how to cross the bridge to being more "friendly," you know, like as in casual.  It seemed like it was important.  I think it works if you do it on purpose and not by convenience ... nor necessity.

I solved my own riddle.

I guess I can see how someone really is a princess.