The date went well, for a date anyways. I have my own feelings about the whole thing, but as none of it has come to a resolution I sadly must refrain posting them untill such time ( Read more... )

God. I have a date. Me ( Read more... )

My happy thoughts are what send me into depression.

Because they can never happen.

You can not make someone love you, and even if you could it would not be real.

I wish it was real.

I haven't even been going to school anymore. I don't feel like it's somewhere I should be, which I know sounds stupid. I know this year is so important and that I need to gradute and get a diploma, I know this, and I don't care ( Read more... )

I want to rave. I don't think I'm going to go to Lexi's party on saturday after homecomming, if I can even go, because we're on the waiting list, which sucks. I think I would much rather just stay with Chrissy and roll or go to Bobs house instead. I don't know ( Read more... )

Wen't to Wendy's with Appie and her gay boyfriend Brandon. Trent was also there.

Ate my french-fries and chicken nuggets with my frosty.

Cotton mouch from the frosty.

Sat and stared at this really hot guy.

I'm melting.

GOT A HUG FROM SOME HOT ASS JUNIOR NAMED SEAN

So I went to my first substance abuyse class for advisement. It sucks. We had to listen to this bitch talk about how a drunk driver killed her husband for an hour and she went on about saving starfish and how we were her stars and she forgives us and god bless us all and why we did what we did ( Read more... )

Sick Of Living With This Hate


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All I want is someone to love


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