I'm writing in this even though I'm exhausted and can barely lift my fucking fingers to type. I'm writing in this because I'm lonely and sad. I'm writing in this because most things in my life right now are screwed up and I can't for the fucking life of me fix them. But whatever. I'm done with caring about all that shit. I'll just be the same ( Read more... )

Okay. So my computer crashed ( Read more... )

It seems like everything these days
is just sad story after sad story.

There are never happy endings.
At least not any that last.

Hold on to your happy ending.
Hold on tight.

*EDIT*
Memories always hurt.
But good ones hurt the worst.

Sometimes you have to wonder:
if someone can be so mean, how can they love you at the same time?
it just doesnt make sense to me.

maybe i just don't get things.

I want to write about this.
& about how it feels.

but i can't even begin.

God.
I have a FEW people over when my dad's not home
and all of a sudden I can't be trusted.

FUCK YOU, DAD. I HATE YOU ANYWAY.

I am a prisoner in my own god damn house.

im fucking pissed off.im in a bad mood because my throat hurts, and i have homework, and no one listens to me, and no one understands anything i say or do, and i dont know what i want, and i have no freedom, and i have no excitement, and i have too much drama, and i am just OVER IT. fucking over it ( Read more... )

Nyquil is the foulest substance that has ever touched my tongue.
Fucking disgusting.

I'm gonna fail school. & I probably have bronchitis.
Sweeeeeet, assholes.

NEW HAIR, MOTHERFUCKERS.
tell me what you think.

In other news, I will be following this entry with an intense friends only post.
About my new and improved, uncrushable self.

( Shes Starting A Revolution! )