p.s. I'm a freak

So, I am pretty much almost convincing myself that God hates me, he hates me he hates me, or else he is trying to punish me; or to teach me a lesson, or something. I don't know, all I know is that I am not doing what my heart desires right now. I desire an adventure! Rachael tells me that I am on an adventure right now with this stupid apt thing, she says its all my fault that we have mold in our apt cause god is giving me the adventure that I have "longed" for....oh ...CRAP! I hate my life! Lol, I told Rachael that she jinxed us for wanting to get renters insurance when we first moved in... Rachael say's, "He said she said its all my fault...you are like logging everything that I am saying...OH MY GOSH! Your a freak...dear diary...ehheeheheh.". Yes Rachael I am a freak but this is funny, and now I am talking to you in type form, muwahahawhahaah, cause I am so bored with life. I have given up on normal conversations, they are boring and...normal. Hahaha, Rachael says, "your sooooooooooooo weird". Rachael is now saying something like..."Kate barbarow...or k barow or que barbaro...?" She says that that says OH MY GOSH in espanol, how nice :) "Who has exciting lives?", Me, "Rich people," Rachael, "yeah right"..."You know who has exciting lives...prisoners haha", Me, "Uhuh...?". Rachael, "NO really, you never know who will enter your prison room next...dumdumduuuuuhhhhhh!!!"..."fresh meat ehehehehehahahahehahahahahah!". Thats all folks :D