I have a hard time believing that the majority of people have genuine emotions. Even if people do have authentic feelings, they change like the fucking seasons.

I am impatiently waiting for David to get home. He's been coming home from Philly for at least 24 hours now. I guess buses aren't the best, most reliable way to travel. Plus, I made up this nice lie to tell my mom and right now it's crumbling to the floor. Not to say I can't pull anything off, because even if she knows I am lying, this family ( Read more... )

So, David is in Philly, and has been for the past two weeks. I'm pretty sure that it would be safe to say I miss him an immessurable amount. He needs to get home ASAP!!! (I don't like using lots of exclamation points, but it's appropriate here ( Read more... )

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S'il vous plaît et merci,
Amanda.

I wish I could write anything that would leave something even remotely remarkable for the next generation. Anything similar to The Catcher in the Rye, The Bell Jar, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, et cetera... I swear to God I have it in me.

I cannot decide if society is pushing us to be realistic or idealistic. Whichever way you look at it, our persons are closed-minded, pushing everything with even a hint of unGodliness out of our 5,984,685 square miles of our contrived and pious country. God looks at us as the saved, as soon as we decide to accept him into our "hearts." How you ( Read more... )

I am pretty bored. I should be doing my Algebra 2 homework right now, but I'm not... obviously. But uh. Yeah. I miss my boyfriend and my best friend ( Read more... )

1) Are you currently in a relationship or single?: In a relationship ( Read more... )

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I swear to God the next time I cry because of something work-related, I am fucking quitting.