I'm home.
Gross.

UUUGGGHHHH. I NEED SLEEP. BADLY.
I cant sleep. I always wake up for like ever and ever and always.
I wish i didnt have so much to think about and stress over.
Basketball helps.
But at the same time, makes it worse. =/

There's no reason we cant call it what it is:
It's love.

So I got a hair cut, and dye job.
Which is okay. People seem to like it. I do.
I feel very very drained right now. Or empty.
I'm speechless about everything.
I dont know how to keep people I love.
I so badly wish I could.

Sometimes, I wish I lived closer.
This is the worst feeling I've ever felt.

Ummm...idk.
I'm tired.
And I REALLY REALLY want to play basketball.
Badly.
Um, Royce stayed the night last night, FUN DUH.
I love him.
I hate CUNT.

Basketball makes my ass muscles hurt.

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Nothin like being a liar<3
Here are MY odds : YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
You should never assume without the whole story.
But i guess its hard to believe if im a liar, right?

Im a mess.
Plain and simple.
Sometimes, i just wish i were dead.