I saw a report on national news last night focusing on Camp fYrefly, a camp for lgbt youth ages fifteen to twenty-four. I have friends who went this year... I didn't go because I was busy with my father's birthday.

I just finally ate today... pizza that my parents had left over. It made me feel sick. Three cups of coffee, cake batter and a cooler on an empty stomach and I'm fine, but I finally decide to eat real food and I'm sick. *mutters*
I have nothing of substance to say.
... at all.
I'm blatantly apathetic. And I kind of want to skip dinner and go straight to that cake that's sitting on the counter five feet away from me.
...I'm sorry. I don't really know why I bothered posting.