Happy Independence Day I suppose I should start off by saying. And it’s been a hot one. People say it’s just not the 4th unless someone is rushed off in an ambulance with heat stroke. Whatever.

The fireworks were mediocre, but they have a chance to redeem themselves next Saturday. Tomorrow begins National Cherry Festival and a week from tomorrow it ends. They always celebrate the end of Cherry Fest with fireworks. I’m hoping to get in contact with my friends (not Ariana, Princess Meri, etc.) and we can watch them together.

I have so many scenarios playing out in my head. I pictured my perfect kiss tonight while walking down to the beach to watch the fireworks. I’m sitting on the beach, leaning back on my arms (which, I can’t do at the moment, my carpal tunnel is acting up again and with a vengence), eye contact is made, and there’s really no stopping it, like most fucking movies…. But it sounds nice.

“Steph!” My father says.

“What?” I snap out of my funk and leave the world of happy dreams.

“It’s a nice night right?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

I guess I was depressed and shit all day today. When I got to work, I took a pen and hacked lines over my wrists in ink. I went to the bathroom to wash it off, then scratched my wrist with my nail until it was raw and red.

My period came last night. I was very relieved.

Shit, I have a headache, like…shit. I’m going to bed.