Well. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I was really depressed. I talked to my mom and she sounded as thought the doctors tortured her. And she could not handle it anymore. We don't find out what this lump is in her stomach is until tomorrow. I know I shouldn't think about the different possibilities, but I cannot stop them running through my head. Over and over and over... I want to just cry...

my project is going well. I enjoy this semester a lot so far as studio goes. I am just a bit distracted right now because of the depression thing. I will get over it....

QD:If beauty is relative HOW would you know if you are really ugly or not?