yeah, break into my journal. that sure worked.

i dont think i'm going to write in here for a while..

today wasnt bad until i came home.

( constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.. )

i have been sitting here staring at this whiteness for one long hour. and it doesn't bring me any inspiration. i am trying, to do something. trying to feel something but it's so hard. it's so hard and i don't know what's wrong with me. and all i can think about is how lucky i am to have friends that love me, and all i can wonder is why i treat ( Read more... )

so i cut my hair. i like it. today it's different than yesterday though. i think it might be too long. haha maybe it grew overnight. i dont know. jordaan called me last night. but my mom cut our conversation short because.. eh. i dont want to talk about her.

not much else happened. i just wanted to mention the haircut thing.

( critique me )

i want to change my name on here. but i cant, or something. tearing isnt really me anymore. im really bored. i figured out how to use the stupid record feature on my vcr! yeah. and it didnt take me fifty years. so thats good ( Read more... )

( come and visit.. )

my mom is going to six flags without me.

"you're a liar just like him"
"i didn't lie"
"i sincerly hate you for this"
"i didn't do anything!"
"i'm never going to forgive you"

my mom found out i talked to my dad. i'm not trying to be upset, i don't try. i wish you understood that. i really don't want to care so much. i'm not over-reacting. she really does tell me these things.

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i'm not very good at breaks, either.

probably be writing a lot of private/friends only things, though.