I Must Have "World's Biggest Schmuck" Printed On My Forehead...

I'm really not sure how to start this post...so I'm gonna make it random:

Why don't you trust me?

My head hurts...and not cuz I'm sick. There's just too much going on up there.

I'm terrified of tomorrow, but I can't say why (mostly cuz I'm not wanting to say). Thankfully Scott's coming with me...I could still use prayers of courage though.

When you feel not trusted and you walk in the doors to hear a lecture about locking the doors (and you have no idea what even happened this morning) and you're the only one being talked to, even though "it's everybody's responsibility" makes ya feel like a schmuck.

So I guess that's the answer to it all....I'm a Schmuck.

Hi! I'm Leah Schmuck Becker! (and no this is not a happy tone).