so it's been a million years since i've written anything in this stupid thing. it's been a million years since i've written anything at all and i feel a little empty. or maybe that feeling will just never go away. i don't really feel like typing out my problems in detail because no one ever reads that bullshit anyway but to sum up my feelings on ( Read more... )

its funny how such a little thing can leave someone feeling so betrayed. i think i express when im hurt through anger. I never would have done that to you. i never get to see you, i went out there to see you and you come here and cant even call me but you can call everyone else? i guess somehow that makes me a shitty person. goodbye.

i finally realized that no one truely gives a fuck about anyone else. and maybe we dont really give a fuck either. we are all on our own. i cant believe it took this for me to realize that. i dont need you or your bullshit friendships. im sure you dont need me either.

girls days ( Read more... )

trinity
cru jones
road trips to buffalo
ashley
when mick and martha lived at victoria
marissa's car
DWD
shows
my brother
gorham
derek
40's of OE
dance parties
demetra
last summer
my old life.

i guess you can say things are starting to come together, just slowly. i didn't graduate (go figure) but im taking summer school and then getting put on homebound for next year and i'll be done by january. i'm getting a job at taco bell and i don't even care because i eat it every single day and i need money so whatevs man. i've been pretty ( Read more... )

i have made the realization today that everything i have ever done or achieved is now and forever will be only a memory.

1. i truely completely believe that fortune cookies are all truths ( Read more... )

this is probably the 20th night in a row that i have cried myself to sleep. i just layed in my bed for an hour. i don't understand why she is not here. i think about every single day we spent together. i look at my wall and think about how she would get so happy that there were pictures of me and her up there from seventh grade. i think about ( Read more... )