i missed number 12 the other day because my stupid soccer game took to long eff that. i'm slowly getting my car back which is good. i'm back with kelly. i miss her alot.
ok so my whole body is sore my throat is killing and for some reason i feel sick to my stomach, ugh i don't know why but this always happens and i don't know what to do i just sit there not knowing what to do or say. i hope i'm not right with what i'm thinking.
i don't know why but i feel like writing in here. pat is leaving soon for college in virgina and i'm going to miss him alot, i hope he likes it there. max wants to kick evan out of the band that he started ughh i don't want to grrr. i'm going to see away from it all tomorrow hopefully. i wish she lived closer & i might get to see her tomorrow 345.
ohhhhh shitttt sonnnn saturday= from a second story window/ the red chord/ between the buried and me/ the acacia strain/ away from it all. the end. i need to find a ride.