We went book shopping the other day. My mum wouldn't let me get We Need To Talk About Kevin. It's about a school shooting. I can understand why she wouldn't want me reading that. But, see, the reason I want to read about it is for the same reason I want to read about DID - because I think it's relevant to my life. I don't think I'm the type to go on a rampage, but... I worry. If I ever snap. Anyway, the point is the book isn't so much about the incident as it is how people react to it and deal with it. That's why I wanted to read it. But no. I'm not going to argue with her.
Wrote up my resume. I'm applying for a job at the Home Hardware opening nearby. Ideally I just want to be a shelf-stacker or something. Anything but a cashier. That's practically one of my nightmares. Anyway, the thing won't be built until November or something so whatever happens the job is a long way off.
I don't have a zit, I have what seems to be chunks of gravel growing between layers of skin. Rrg.
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