a friend in needs a friend indeed, a friend who bleeds is better
So...It's been more than a week.
that's a bad picture. be scared.
I'm still alive. I was supposed to go to this talent show that the kids from camp are doing but my sister was annoying me so I didnt. I've just been moping around all day and going online. I'm sure I've been on too long. Oh well, I'll owe my mom some money.
so I was thinking and I realised something. friends are interesting.
because as soon as their problems left them and their happiness returned they completely forgot about everything else. It dosent take much to say "how are you?".
I just hope everyone knows when things fuck up I won't be here to listen to them bitch and moan anymore.
NJ is in a month kids. It gets closer everday. I really want to go home. But then again, why do I want to when there isnt anything good there either? I"m just hoping that I could at least pretend that things are normal again.
I'm not sure how much longer its going to take for me to break. I'm really thirsty. Theres nothing in this house to drink but wine which I don't particularly care for. I've been listening to nine inch nails all day and trent reznor can fuck anyone like an animal if he'd like too. yes even you.
Do you ever have those days when you look in the mirror and you just see the most disgusting vision looking back at you?
And you're not really helping it any either.
I wish she could just leave me the fuck alone sometimes but I'm sure theres nothing in her power to control that. It's all in satans power now and we all know that he can be an angry mother fucker.
well, I think I might delete this journal because my sister is threatening to go through it and read it and we really don't want that now do we.
I want to go to a show and start screaming. I'm going crazy stuck in this fucking cabin. Like clinically insane.
ummmmm, I think I think I need some caffiene. like right now. but not coffee because coffee is fucking disgusting. whoever drinks coffee is gross and isn't my friend.
that's a bad picture. be scared.
I'm still alive. I was supposed to go to this talent show that the kids from camp are doing but my sister was annoying me so I didnt. I've just been moping around all day and going online. I'm sure I've been on too long. Oh well, I'll owe my mom some money.
so I was thinking and I realised something. friends are interesting.
because as soon as their problems left them and their happiness returned they completely forgot about everything else. It dosent take much to say "how are you?".
I just hope everyone knows when things fuck up I won't be here to listen to them bitch and moan anymore.
NJ is in a month kids. It gets closer everday. I really want to go home. But then again, why do I want to when there isnt anything good there either? I"m just hoping that I could at least pretend that things are normal again.
I'm not sure how much longer its going to take for me to break. I'm really thirsty. Theres nothing in this house to drink but wine which I don't particularly care for. I've been listening to nine inch nails all day and trent reznor can fuck anyone like an animal if he'd like too. yes even you.
Do you ever have those days when you look in the mirror and you just see the most disgusting vision looking back at you?
And you're not really helping it any either.
I wish she could just leave me the fuck alone sometimes but I'm sure theres nothing in her power to control that. It's all in satans power now and we all know that he can be an angry mother fucker.
well, I think I might delete this journal because my sister is threatening to go through it and read it and we really don't want that now do we.
I want to go to a show and start screaming. I'm going crazy stuck in this fucking cabin. Like clinically insane.
ummmmm, I think I think I need some caffiene. like right now. but not coffee because coffee is fucking disgusting. whoever drinks coffee is gross and isn't my friend.