*gags*

I can't stand people sometimes.

And I love it when my "best friend" knows that certain people have over stepped their boundaries and they don't do SHIT ABOUT IT!

I want to become a fucking hermit.

At least it'd be easier than this.

---Sam-->

I can't help being that way. Vindictive is what happens to me when I want something to save my own life. And I feel so horribly for being that way. I really do. I do things to gain access. And then I want to shoot myself in the head so I can't mislead people like that. I really try. I do. I try to be nice to people that I think will be nice to me ( Read more... )

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Seriously! Why do I do this?

I read things that I shouldn't read, and I become depressed and angry with people I know and myself.

Mostly myself.

I do it all the time. I cannot say that I "can't help it", because I KNOW I can! I do it anyways though. My afternoon was somewhat uneventful. But now it just sucks.

I just.... I just wish some people ( Read more... )

I really really hate walking home alone.

Especially when no one knows I'm walking home.

This creepy guy in a black taurus stopped and was trying to "ask me directions" and he kept telling me that he couldn't hear what I was saying so that I'd come closer to the car. But then I made believe that my cell phone was ringing and I "answered" it.

He ( Read more... )

I went bowling on Saturday night with Taylor and Laura. Danielle and Kyle were supposed to go, but they blew us off. Whatever. And I kicked butt at bowling.

Today was soooo cool.

I went to the Pumpkin Festival (will be referred to as the P.F. because it's too long to write.) with Taylor and Laura. We kept getting split up but we always found each ( Read more... )

I went to school this morning.

Lovely.

I went through basically the whole day without any problems, for once.

And I got a ride home from Tom C.

AGAIN.

If you're reading this Tom, don't give me rides anymore when I tell you I'm walking home! You're crazy! Once in a while is fine. But not every day like you have been doing. It's just insane. I need ( Read more... )

If I hadn't stood there and kept watch on these kids there would probably have been a fight.

Let me explain.

Tom C. kept hearing shit that Rich S. wanted to kick his ass for hitting on and starting shit with Winter, when all he did was compliment her shoes because they were neon yellow, and for making bad news with Brittany C. But he really didn't.
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Okay. To start it all off, Tom C. came to Sean's on Friday afternoon.

It was cool. We played badminton, as usual, and we talked and walked around. And Tom drove me, Sam M., Sean, Chelsea, and Sheila to Stop and Shop to see Bob, and to get Dunkin Donuts. We had a good time. Then Sheila left with Bob. So it was me, Sam M., Tom, Chelsea, and Sean who ( Read more... )