2002-02-10 - 12:40 p.m.

Too. Many. Words.

Why did I insist on making the whole friggin' *year* up in anatomy? Why? Why??????

Maybe I'm a masochist.

More proof that I'm a masochist: I went to the Margate Schools' pancake breakfast. I haven't seen so many fake smiles nor heard so much empty, vapid conversation in years. I couldn't wait to get out of there. These were the people who made me ashamed of my body. These were the ones who drove me to breakdown when I was nine. They are the source of a good chunk of my self-esteem problems. I may sound like I'm finger-pointing and blame-placing, but it's truer than you could ever imagine.

So, anyway. I found something out about myself:

Ewwwww. I am sooooo not Jesus. All I am is a mock-savior, a wannabe-Jesus. I don't even know why I bothered taking this test. I am quite possibly a homosexual... or Jewish.
Take the What Jesus Would You Be? Quiz

Yeeeeeeeeeeah.

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