I just made an appointment at Planned Parenthood to get a prescription for birth control and holy crap they were so nice and helpful. I really hope there aren’t protesters but I doubt it, it’s boston after all. 

Now I have to make the decision for my birthday. Eric says he wants to take me to a lingerie store and get me some sexy things OR pay for my nipple piercings. 

hmmm…

oh and Alana is really really mad at me for reasons unknown to me, so if you’re reading this, please fucking explain what the fuck is going on because I’m bored and I wanna see you.

I just spent 24 straight hours with Eric and we ate really good food and I’m happy. 

The other day I noticed a girl (freshman girl, she gives off “mean/popular girl” vibes, and isn’t the sweetest girl, but she’s not terrible) on my crew team’s arm. She has a fair amount of horizontal cuts on her left wrist. I didn’t get the chance to see if they were fresh or fading but it evoked such a strong emotional reaction in me that I had to try very hard not to gasp. I’m still really triggered by self harm and I’m really really upset. I don’t know if I should talk to her about it, we aren’t very close and I don’t want to cause a negative reaction from her. I’m really concerned, it almost physically hurts me to see people with self harm marks, I really want to talk to her about it. 

I’m so excited to go out to dinner with him next friday. I’m gonna wear gorgeous lipstick and do fantastic eye makeup and we’re gonna take a lot of stupid pictures.

I slept over his house last night and it was so lovely. We smoked a ton and then had a lot of sex and my goodness.

I get to see him tomorrow and I could not be fucking happier. Today was such SHIT. I miss him.

I’m so sore and I’m all sniffly and my stomach hurts. Good thing we’re doing literally nothing in any of my classes. 

My plan for the next 2 weeks:

• Buy a giftcard so Eric can buy a record for our 3 month thingy
• Get my passport photo taken 
• Kick ass at the regatta on Saturday
• Kick further ass at the regatta on Sunday
• Start my last week of high school
• End my last day of classes of high school
• Enjoy my anti-prom night by getting fancy and going out to dinner with my baby.

It really bugs me when people refer to people of the female gender as “females”. You are literally reducing someone to their scientific gender and nothing else. It’s so cold and uncaring. Women or girls or ladies or people is perfectly acceptable if that’s what they identify as. It’s completely different to refer to someone as “a female ____” but don’t call me a female. 

One of my favorite things about him is how he notices and remembers little things that I don’t even think he’ll notice. I honestly love him.

I really really can’t stand the thought that in a little more than 4 months I’ll be moving to Maine and I have no idea where Eric and I will be at that time…fuck

I really hate being stuck in the house.

So I met his mom tonight and it went really well actually and we went out for sushi with his brothers and I had really yummy vegetarian inside-out rolls. Then we went back to his house and had more yummy things.