Four days ago I was happy. The next two days I was sad, until Wednesday evening when I was happy again. And I was happy until last evening when I was again sad. The former happiness came from a great party at this friends's dorm. But the next day I cut a few classes because I was too tired to get up. And the day after I bombed three tests because I didn't sleep the night before. I also got back a test in calc, which I also bombed of course. But then I was happy because I kept my new year's resolution which was not to jack off, and jelqed a bit instead. And I was really happy at how big and vasculated I looked and felt. But the next day I measured out to 7 inches again. I realize I was being stupid, as there won't be a visible differance after two days. But I looked and felt so big I got depressed at the measurement, and invaribly jacked off, breaking my resolution. What's more I got two new boils, one in a new place, and one in an old one. But I won't break it today. And I will reach my goal of 8 inches, eventually.

May these things be forgotten.