So.

Great.

I'm crying.

This is fucking great.

I honestly have no idea what today is. In reality, it's really great. I have Nicky and Alex both here. We're talking, laughing. It's going well.

Yet... in my head, I have no idea. I'm just so... sad and upset today. I wasn't earlier. I was happy earlier. Now it just... sucks. I've been trying to hide from them so they don't bother asking... =.\ I just feel like... even though it's not necessarily true... I feel like I'm on the backburner with most people. I'm tired of being the one who "tries". I want other people to try for me too. I want to feel like people give a shit whether I'm around or not. Like, obviously, they do... but I don't know why I'm so difficult to please.

It's so... vexing.

My throat hurts though. It's kind of annoying. But, it's hurt for days now.

I suppose I shall describe my morning and how great it was. Really, it was great. No sarcasm.

Well, Nicky and I woke up around 7:30 and went downstairs to make breakfast and eat before Alex got here. We figured he'd get here around noon... Oh, we were wrong. He was here at 8 sharp ready for battles. My entire house served as the arena. I liked my larping outfit that I wore. It was my little black shorts, my mom's olive green tanktop, my hiking boots, a headband, messy hair, and a piece of cloth tied around my arm. I was going for fierce, but apparently I was only cute. We all had warpaint too. It was sweet and official. I took on a warrior lynx-like persona. Nicky has wolfish characteristics in his fighting styles, and Alex did his bear thing. Neither of their costumes were as cool as mine. Though, they both had warpaint, but like... Nicky wore cut off mudas and Alex had on khaki shorts. they both had on beaters... and... they had more intimidating muscles than me... especially Alex. He looks like he lifts things. ;-; Alex had on a headband. He looked like... idk. Rambo. It was scary. Nicky was not scary. He was cute.

The first battle was me against Alex. I owned him. I pinned him on the floor and had my sword to his throat and he was like, "Mercy." and then I had to battle Nicky... and Nicky beat me... by getting me on the stairs and then I had a disadvantage. Then, Nicky battled Alex and won. Then, I was fighting Alex again and then Nicky and then they fought and Nicky still won over all. Alex beat me the second time though. HOWEVER. Nicky def cheated when he battled me the second time. haha. He grabbed my ankle and I fell on the bed. I suppose it's my fault for getting up on the bed... oh well. It's his fault. =.D

then we jsut sat around for the rest of the day... Alex is making tzatziki and Nicky is making good alfredo. Like, the kind my gramps taught my mom to make and in turn she taught him. It's far superior to American alfredo in every way.

That's all for now. I feel way better now than I did when I first started typing this.

Perhaps this is a type of therapy. Who knows.

-Stay classy, San diego. ;3 Peter