I realized this morning that I am, always was and always will be a screw-up.
But it's okay because...well because.
I actually like Humanities.
I'm the mom, Rachel's the dad and Suzie Chelsea and Sheryl (who may not have a doll) are the kids. And we are poor.
I also kinda like bio with French and Sheryl.
And of course ceramics with Pat.
Even if he tells me to die.



Why do I feel like something's missing?



-jamie-