i'm feeling like shit. ( a gross statement)
(hopefully noone has actually had the consistancy of poo)(ever)

but i have no more stress than anyone else.
okay. maybe. so i like to complain.

i want to say that i wish i was ...better? but i don't really beleive it. i don't.

so i'm selfish.

well, then i wish a heartfelt "fuck you" to my friend.

1
statistics- marv

2
drama assistant- cochran

3
pshych./ soc - meyers

4
creative writing- chaya

5
lunch

6/7
comp. 101- besthoff

8/9
AP english- cochran

10
physics- dempsey

11
gym- fredricks

do it up if we have classes together

next year

1.. statistics- marv
2..drama lab assistant- cochran
3..psych/ soc- meyers
4..creative writing- chaya
5..lunch
6/7..comp. 101- ?
8/9..AP english- cochran again
10..gym- ?
11..physics- dempsy

i feel like i need to write something to explain how i feel.

but the truth is, i don't know what to write.

grow a dick, and stop being one.

i mole died in my pool today.
a sad occurance.
so i named her cindy crawford, and buried her in my backyard with amanda fen and my sister.

Goodbye Cindy, you were a great mole, I'm sure of it.

i just saw a weather advisory for severe thunderstorms in new york city.

you probably don't undertstand the significance.
but it reminded me of one of my favorite memories.

so basically for the past fucking year i've only been making depressive, crazy, suicidal, annoying, unclear entries that make me sound like i feel bad for myself all the time. which i do, it's a bad habit. but sometimes im in a good mood. which is rare lately ( Read more... )

i can't beleive what's going on in my life right now.

i hate myself. i just can't even describe this feeling. i just.. don't want to live with this anymore. i don't want to be here.
this is fucking unrealistic.

fucking kill me. please. kill me.

who wants to kill me?

whatever i do, i mess up.

beautiful.

and he thinks i dont care.