so today i'm seventeen.
lovely.

OY.

my parents think i'm crazy and want me to see a psychiatrist...

maybe i'm just really fucking bored.
possibly?

WAKE THE HELL UP.

i have a caring problem.
i do it too much.

whatthefuckinghellever!

go kill yourself!
you're not a little girl in second grade!
GROW THE HELL UP!

"thou shalt use what little brain you have."

um yeah.

i still care, but more about making myself the person i should be.
and less about you.

it's been a long time since i cleaned my room ( Read more... )

this blows.
everything just freakin BLOWS.

i don't care if it's too soon or not.

i love him.

i guess this isn't as good as i thought it would be for me.

it's really not making me feel any better.

wow ( Read more... )