It's okay.

I am not disgusting. Not sure if I was particularly disgusting yesterday, but not today. I am back to normal, and that's good for me. Last night was the first time in years I felt pretty, I felt someone genuinely liked looking at my mug and it was happy. I am back to my ordinary self - maybe even sometimes a pretty self, I dunno - just a normal girl, with some really special things going on. Like that boy whose arm I cling to. Like my friends, my Mum, my music. Even school is pretty dang when it's not maths.

Hey guys. My cough got worse. WAYYY.