Visual Walker

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I sprained my ankle AGAIN.
Doing some kind of sport AGAIN.
Sitting on my own foot AGAIN.
I am so talanted. Really.
ANYWAYS.
New quarter started in school and the first thing we do is take a values test. It's kinda obvious my taking risk section was low. I mean, I can't go on an airplane anymore without freaking out, or even a car. =w=
My highest was recognition, surprisingly, though not surprisingly at the same time. I mean, I do kind of deny every single compliment that's thrown my way, but they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They really do. Maybe I'm an egoist? I'd probably be the center of attention if I wasn't so shy, not because I'm talanted or anything, but because I like people praising me.
Ew. That makes me sound horrible.
Also. I like to brag. I brag alotttttt. It's just probably hidden really well if you haven't noticed it yet. It's there. Try looking, oh, like every other line when I talk.
Yep. I'm not that happy. I feel like I broke every single bone in my body.
Gah. There's still practive on Tuesday and a competition on Saturday/Sunday. I am screwed.
Woot.
Something that's been exciting is the skype calls/group chats I've been invited into. They're super fun and everyone's all talkative and stuff with me banging on my little keyboard, but sometimes I can't help but wonder how many of those people actually like me. For all I know, they could hate my guts and wish I'd stop talking.
And I suck at reading people.
Night guys/imaginary people I believe will read this.

6:31 PM

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