May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
- Frank Sinatra, 1915-1998, American Singer and Actor

I'm so tired. I'm not good enough for anyone. No one is reading this. Every person I've ever dated has realized they don't like me. I'm not good enough. I hate that.

I wish I had done more to help you. I love you lots little girl.

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I want to move far away. To another country. Then I could forget everything and be a new person.

I got my grades. Two A's and two B's. I'm very happy. I got the A's in Geography and Film and the B's in Women's Studies and Feminisms. It's what I was hoping for.

My favorite band finally comes back to Atlanta and I'll be out of town. WHAT!?!?! WHY?!?!?!

I feel so pathetic.

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( This is stupid. These things have nothing to do with whether or not you're a bad person. )

I pick two kinds of friends. There are the kind that I will always be able to count on. They're mature enough to realize that shit that happened years ago, happened years ago. They will always be there for me because they know what it means to be a friend. They won't expect me to give them everything I have but at the same time they know I will ( Read more... )