a friend (who really likes me, and may have caused this "stress" in the first place) wrote me four songs.
all bout me. one about my pants. haha. really good punk/ska stuff. but the guys who got together and actually performed the song was really ironic. made me feel kind of like shit. maybe one day i'll explain the whole story.
i had a huge party thrown for me last night with a really good turn-out of people. lots of kegs were lost..
then. my friend tried killing himself. he took a lot of pills and drank too much alcohol.
.........

my parents bought me an awesome wig for my birthday! it's human hair and i can style it and blah blah blah.
i like it a lot. you can barely tell it's a wig. everyone was just asking if i dyed my hair.

i went back to the derm. yesterday... they stabbed me with more needles (ster.). only this time it hurt, a lot. i felt stupid cause i started crying.. not because of the shots but because everything's finally starting to set in... and another spot just started directly on top of my head, lmao. she went ahead and told me that "blah blah see we dont realize how important our hair is until we lose it". excuse my lang. but, thanks bitch. i wanna switch doctor's... she just make me feel uncomfortable. and she makes me feel like this is all my fault.

it's strange, really. half the time. i accept this. maybe because i still have a lot of hair on my head.
but then the other half of time... im just heartbroken. like i will really miss it.


i dunno what to do.. but im gonna go get stoney.