Monday, 22 February 2010
11:21:20 PM (GMT)
why do you have to make me feel like this.
i hate the fact that other people can fucking control my emotions.
they're mine, why can't i be in charge?
maybe i'll go fag and start a diary.
i want one. i want to write in a book.
i'm really going to say this and sound like an emo retard,
but i really don't even feel like anybody understands me right now.
like, my friends are so fucking annoying.
they get offended over EVERYTHING. i hate it.
i have no pity for any of them anymore.
i can't take a joke anymore.
i just want to tell them to get over it.
their problems are pathetic and they are just so immature.
i don't give a shit about your dad yelling at you, okay?
i don't give a shit if i hurt your feelings when i told you your make up is smeared,
i'm not fucking mean to you, so chill your wimp ass.
telling you that your shirt isn't all the way tucked in, is not an insult.
i compliment you guys all the fucking time so shut the fuck up and stop being
i cannot stand kids my age, let alone people with the maturity of a junior high kid.
not saying i have a higher maturity level,
but i can't stand kids with the one i'm speaking of.
do i even make sense?
i don't feel like i do. whatever.
midterms are wednesday. and i have a B in math. and a F in science. fml.
i turned in fucking everything, there is no way i really have an F.
and in math, it's all because i failed that quiz.
i want to sing.
and join ballet.
max is at the gym right now and i should have made my fat ass go with.
i haven't gone in like a week.
i hate going though. not because i don't like exercising, i love doing that.
but i hate the place. everybody looks like they're judging you.
and i really don't need that right now, you know?
i want to like move to italy for a three months.
and see what it's like to have a new start.
i miss italy.
i want a fresh place with fresh people.
i miss my fucking coffee shoppe at my other house.
griffin wasn't here today, and i just pretty much realised how much i need him.
everything is fucking hell without him there.
i miss his warm hands around my waist and his secret kisses.
and i don't have time for this fifth grade drama shit.