It's my birthday in a week.
Nothing makes me happy anymore.
I laugh at things, but after that comes an extreme feeling of immeasurable sadness.  Well, not instantly after laughing, but it's just a constant feeling I've been feeling.
It's not the weather.
It has to be her.

My brother said it was the first time to see me with a mustache growing.  First time seeing facial hair, growing.  I'm saying growing because it's not funny developed.  But anyways, I shaved right after.  I don't ever want facial hair on my face.  On my face (on my arm is fine... because it would be like a free tattoo or it'll look like a bruise.  I don't have hair on my arms either.  I have really girly arms.)