there i am, prime with my glasses that don't have lenses. anyways, picture day went gr8!!!2!!1!!1

except for the fact i've accepted that i have a crush (yikes) and they don't like me back (double yikes) and yes, i'm sure. i've never been wrong about someone not liking me back. nope. never. my dad also made me dress like a fucking teacher—but i agreed to it.

mostly because my dad might die in any range of less than 3 years. fun, right? his liver's shot, and he can't even get a transplant yet. there are tumors all over it, doctors are pretty sure it's cancer. way to go, lee, right? your dad is basically a dead dude walking and youre concerned about some boy. yeah, my priorities are absolutely fucked.

you guys don't need to offer condolences or whatever. i just had to get this stuff off of my metaphorically invented social media chest.