waking up this morning thinking this just can't be real

( burning the letters )

it's so fucking hot out today,

and i left school. bad bad brittany. i swear i am becoming such a bad kid!

ysy, it's friday. which means quality boy time!!

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i didn't even know him but...

you're not supposed to die in highschool. you are supposed to be looking foward to spring break. you are supposed to be excited that school is almost over. you are supposed to be looking foward to your whole life. you are not supposed to die.

sometimes, life isn't fair.

it's not supposed to be

And remember [his] smile
And maybe tonight
I can breathe for awhile
I'm not in the seat
I think I'm fallin' asleep
But then all that it means is
I'll always be dreaming of you

long day. but good friends.

i can't wait to get out of this house.

i've been writing so much lately. in my real journal. in here. peoms. articles. short stories ( Read more... )

you know those moments where everything just comes together in a flash of light, and you realize that...well you realize something very important. something you weren't even trying to figure out before you realized it. it just comes and then bam...

...you're left to deal with the consequences

when my phone rang two thoughts ran through my head
the second was about the same as the first

. this . is . bad .

someone tell me how to stop, but then again,

maybe i don't want to?

if stupid people who don't know what the hell they are talking about are going to post on my live journal, i am thinking it will probably go friends only soon. i'm not going to deal with immature anonymous commenters anymore. actually screw soon, let's make it now- so from now on

This journal is Friends Only
if for some reason you read this and i ( Read more... )