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Yes, this has been a fuck my life kind of day, no doubt about it. No, I'm sorry, more like a "fuck you" kind of day. Is there really a reason you're so against me doing anything? Why do you have to be so involved in my life? You're screwed up worse than I am, so why are you telling me what to do. Since I'm not allowed to hate you, I VERY STRONGLY dislike you. Left my phone in Veronica's car which means I can't call anyone about homework help. Horray for failing at life! Parents said my write sucks. Thank you, thank you very much. Kenzie thinks I'm weird. Okay, that's normal (: I'll take it. Damn, I need a freakin' hug...maybe after I crawl into my hole for a little bit. I think I figured out the inevidable truth about that hole in my chest I was talking about it seem ages ago... I think they're bottled up emotions. Sure, I have a lot of pretty good friends, but I never acctually tell them what's going on. I don't want them to have to deal with me. I don't people to see the hazard zone my heart's turned into. I can't, I simply can't open up to people. You might think you know me, and maybe I'm easy to read, idk, but I sure haven't told you much. You can't possibly understand how much I want to just spend a night with someone crying over everything: past, present, and my pathetic certain future. You don't have too though. I won't make you. I'm too scared. Last night before I went to bed I played a little guitar, just singing random stuff, I don't even remember the words coming out of my mouth, but I had done it for a couple hours. I never thought I could be absorbed in anything like that besides sleep. Oh my, sleep. I should get more of that. |
