I'm not really good at this journla thing. I've decided to set personal goals for myself ( Read more... )

I'm the bitter third child.

whooaoaoaoao fuck dis shit ( Read more... )

The car ride over to NRH was nervous, almost. Or maybe I was just making it nervous, because I was so scared to see him. I had confessed that to Sean earlier, while we drove to my house from school, and he told me not to be. He said that he knew David was going to be fine, that he didn't doubt it for a second. But now Mehran was driving Ryan, ( Read more... )

I saw David yesterday.

I saw David yesterday and I didn't want to leave.

Fiona Apple's Paper Bag never ceases to raise my spirits. For some reason, it's like a song of encouragement or something ( Read more... )

I'm a sixteen year old girl, and I can't pretend that I'm not. I can't pretend that I don't care what I look like. I can't pretend that I don't care what people think of me ( Read more... )

I'm on page 3. I haven;t touched the pills. I think his is some shit, but it's alright. Eh.

Guys, I have a five page essay due tomorrow and I can't think of what to write in my fucking opening paragraph. I'm a caffeine addicts and it's times like these when I'm glad I have a bottle of pills within my reach. That sounds worse than it is ( Read more... )

So I'm a lot better now and still sick but I'm going to school tomorrow because I sound worse than I actually am. I was eating a sandhwich and then my doorbell rang, so I went to the door and it was Alexa, Tom and Pete! Heh, when you think about it, it's random, but actually maybe I'm the only person who would think that. Anyways, they gave me ( Read more... )