I honestly dont rember the last time I wrote in this journal. Hummmmm. I havent even looked in it in a while.

I cant fucking belive it is almost chrismass. I like chrismas, but really hate it at the same time. I hate shopping, I hate the mall. I love wrapping presents though. I think wrapping the gifts, and unwrapping them is my favorit part. I think next year It will be my mission to make all the gifts I give ( Read more... )

No school!!!! Yay ( Read more... )

I wrote a lot of poetry today. Like 3 or 4 poems. Whitch is good for me. Maybe I will write more later tonight. No one called me today. (Tear) I have no friends. I made some Holiday festive crap today too. It wasent not fun.
Whatever.

I am done with school for holiday vacation, had a snow day today. Yay ( Read more... )

I had a not so great day today. I want my old friends back. Sara, I miss her. Brit and her went for a walk to the store today. How dare brit ask her to go. I am so lonley. I told brit that she only talks about herself today. Because she does. Ok I feel like shit, I am a bad friend. I cant make friends no one likes me ( Read more... )

Got new classes today. It was pretty awason. Not really. I am so stressed about getting the shit I need to graduate. AHHHAHHHHHHH! I dont know what I am gonna do. FUCK!

I am sitting here in the upstairs office with my stupid little computer, wearing my sweat pants, and a purpal pushup bra. I am so pathedic. I felt the need to write in my stupid live journal. I feel like I am dying, or decaying. Either one. I hate having my Photo taken. I hate yearbooks. I hate year book superlitives. They are so fucking ( Read more... )

The way you are is like cotton candy
You leave my hands sticky.
Your sweet, I will lick you up.
I would lick you down.
Kiss me cotton candy sweet.

my lips are chaped. Guess why.