See How I Was Close ( Read more... )

I'm learning, well enough, to deal with people. Some stuff that normally pisses me of should just be let go. But when you keep on FUCKING doing it I get a LITTLE irritated. If only I knew the person I was talking to was reading this...I would feel a lot better ( Read more... )

I see the real you ( Read more... )

MSA...what a bore on the weekends. I made a scarf...I'm excited about that. Walked with Holly Kaye, that was fun...nothing else happened...I'm ready for Monday...also ready for my CD to come in.

Tired...physically this time.

I realize: I'm good making friends, bad keeping them.

I'm emotionally drained. I miss Scott...I miss my friends...even the ones I live with (that should tell you all something). I miss Drew terribly. But I couldn't cry, even if I wanted to...something's wrong.

I'm alone.

I wonder, sometimes, why there's hostility among teenagers. Teenagers are young, they do things that don't make any sense. It's a fact of being young ( Read more... )

I'm considering telling my mother soon. She has the right to know. She's probably gonna hate me for it but, we already don't talk much so it's not going to change anything. Any opinions?

We all have our vices. Are we suppose to ignore them? I wonder if people hate me for some of the things I do. It's always in the back of my mind when I'm speaking to people. I think to myself "Am I offending them? Am I annoying them? Am I boring them?" In fact, I'll never really know but I just have that concern and perhaps I shouldn't.