Jesus. Me and my stupid self. I have to ruin everything. Everything possible. I ruin my life. My parents ruin my life. I get zero privace. I have zero tolerance. Now he hates me. Well maybe not. But i can tell he doesnt like me.. so yeah we talked about it last night. Oh well what can I do? Its all my stupid depressed selfs fault. Off ( Read more... )

i have no idea if what he said to me was rejection. because he didnt say he liked me..he said we had much in common, he loved being with me, to him age is just a number, and when we see each other it will be great. but i told him i liked him ( Read more... )

Okay so school starts in three days after today. I know it's going to suck so bad. I don't want to go at all. Tomorrow we have soccer. Another dreaded evening of my life. Ever since thursday I have hated it...so much. Oh well what can I do ( Read more... )

HOW CAN HE DO THIS TO ME. when i didnt even like the boy. how can he break my heart? I just don't understand.

How can soccer be so terrible. I wasn't that shitty until today. THANKS A LOT for making us play the boys, when most of them are so hott i can't concentrate on the ball.

THANKS GOD for doing this to my family. and thats being

OKAY. wow. i havent wrote in this basically all summer.

ALYSSIA---YOU MAKE ME WANNA LA LA
haha

The best movie ever is The Notebook. Susan, Kelsey, And I went. It was the best. The shit. It was beautiful. Susan and I cried through most of it, I mean bawling. I don't think I've ever cried that much. It made me realize I shouldn't like the person I was liking, because they have no thoughts about me. He was a liar. No intentions of ( Read more... )

susan, kelsey, steph, and I went shopping. I bought these two really cute skirst, and a death cab shirt and the warped tour cd. woo.

I want a lover I dont have to love..
I want a boy whos so drunk that he cant talk..

God. I'm so sick of boys. Why can't I have a nice one for my own. I'm reading this book (im a dork) and this girl has the sweetest boyfriend. It just makes me even more mad/sad.
Why can't I have one? I need a miracle, please.

my parents made me take them out.
i could stick a crayon through them.

ive done so good without that player..or so we speak of him.
whyd i have to go and talk to him. why do i do this, and he puts things in my mind that i actually believe because i want them to be the truth..but its all a lie. and i really dont want to cry like im about to..