I remember the days when I used to get so excited about the summer holidays, because it meant no school, hanging out with my friends, sleeping in and going cool places. But the past few years, the summer has meant one thing to me - being alone. And this year is the worst by far
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Good party last night. Sung to Fall Out Boy lots. Got rather drunk / stoned. Got a bit horny. Got caught doing something with Alex in the bathrooom. Embaressment. I think Chris saw my flange. Oopsie.
Unstable. Schizo. Mentally ill. Not right in the head. I hate my moods. I just want it to go away. I want to curl up and die. For no apparent reason. Okay, I lie. There is a reason. But it's a stupid reason. I'm so fucking pathetic. I hate myself. What the fuck am I doing? I'm such a depressive cunt. Whinge, whinge, whinge, whinge, whinge.
...your mood can change in one minute, over something completely trivial, and pointless. I hate it that little things get to me. Not even things that people say to me - most of the time, it's the way people say things to me that upsets me. I wish I wasn't so reactive. Gah. I was in such a good mood earlier. This sucks. It really, REALLY does
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