My grandmother called me. She wants me to come over and talk with her about the things i've written in my journal here. I didn't expect that, really. I didn't really want her to know about it. God I'm turning into my father, help me. >>;
But she wants me to talk and I'm really not good at it, and I sure as hell don't want to. She insists it'll be good for me. But I just know I'll cry and I do not want to cry infront of her. I hate crying infront of people. I feel so weak and vulnerable and I hate that feeling.

If she says it okay cause I'm a girl, I'm going to freak. I hate that arguement. I really doubt she will, but if she does I might just walk out.

The Rain was passed out to the class today, which means next week I get to sit there and listen to them tell me everything thats wrong about it. Dammit I'm fucking nervous about that. I'm quite proud of that story. I mean, It's useful and everything to hear what others think I should improve upon, it'll help me writing, but it still doesn't make hearing it ripped apart any easier.

I hope you guys don't think I'm a sad depressed person. I'm not. Most of the time I'm energetic and happy. I've been in a funk lately, but even thats tiding off now. I know my entries are a bit on the emo side, but I only write here when I feel I need to. Which usually means somethings wrong.