So this was brought to my attention. I just want to share with you all, the fact that Kathleen STILL talks shit about me. I haven't talked to the bitch in months, nor do I give a fuck, but she still hasn't let it go. This was sent to me from someone ( Read more... )

Last night was excellent. I drive a shitty car. It's better than nothing though ( Read more... )

I
Got
My
Fucking
License.

Hang
Out
With
Me
Now.

I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions. No more and no less. Ask me anything you want. Then, copy and paste this into your Journal allowing the people that read yours to ask you anything, too.

So today was excellent over yesterday.

For one reason of course.

Early release tomorrow. Good stuff.

Oh, by the way, SHE SAID YES!

I

Asked

Her

Well, I guess the good fucking week was good while it fucking lasted.

Fuck today.

Not even a full week I was in a good fucking mood. God-damnit. GAHHH.

This is just fucking irratating.

And, no, I didn't ask her, she wasn't at school, that's not why I'm pissed off.

... Die.

I need to get the fucking confidence to ask this girl to prom. I feel like the biggest wuss in the world, because I cannot do it. Probably the fact that I barely know her name comes into the equation, but I should still be able to do it. Blah. I'm going to end up missing my oppurtunity ( Read more... )

A big change needs to come today.

Yes, it must.

I suddenly feel like something's missing, I'm starting to feel lost...

So much that I cannot even write about it. I can't even come up with words to describe the feeling I have. It's so wierd that I can't even tell you what it has to do with. Something is just missing. Something important.

I'm gonna go crazy