I fell asleep on the futon and woke up in my bed.
Hm...

Today had its good and bad's. Walking around town and things after school was fun. The rest of the day was crappy. My hair wouldn't straighten, my head felt like a weight, and I had a cold. I should have stayed home. I don't have any stockings because they all keep ripping. I hate that feeling where it feels like everyone is ignoring you ( Read more... )

Boys... hah.

I want to go to the mall because I need clothes.

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Can some please make this clear for me?

I'm ashamed, and I'm afraid that I don't, after all these years, understand why it is a demand of everyone else that I succeed in life. I know very well my intelligence will never match to others. I also know my aspects of life are different than most see things. I can say without hesitation that I am most ( Read more... )

Today, I think, was a good day for reasons I made up in my head. Which is basically why all of my days are mainly good ones. Because I truely and entirely suck.
"I know we've never met and you'll probably never read this ( Read more... )

I fucking hate the internet. Especially when it causes problems.

That's something to hard to give up.

Damn my parents for ever buying a computer.

I shouldn't have even told anyone about this journal. People added me so I started making entries public and nobody comments to let me know they're reading.

All private. Bye.

My Goals:

My Wishes: I hope everyone is happy. I want to watch the world and know everyone is happy.

Everything Else: Doesn't matter.