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so i miss him so fucken much, and I have this guy who wants to get with me. but i love my boyfriend so much, i also like this guy, but as a friend, and he don’t get the gist of it. I just wish things could all work out and he could just want me as a friend rather than a girlfriend.
Rage . . .
at spring. at hayfever. and the people in my music class who just blammed everyone else and started yelling at everyone else and didn’t forget what happened and move on. my brothers. this red A3 art book that won’t let me take the sticker off the front. the mircrowave, takes too long to cook. polon. bees who polonate in the first place. did I mention spring. And to fix this...
DAD GOT LEMON SOAP! SMELLS SO AMAZING =D
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hmmm. well that was a great end to my day. I don’t think it was anyone that really pissed me off, I really think that I’m disappointed with myself more than anything. I guess thats what happens when I play an instrument that I clearly don’t play. Hmm. I could have done so much better, and that makes me realise that I really do suck at life. really quite baddly as well. I just...
Ten things I like . . . .
The other day I did twenty things I hate. Ten things I like; My hair atm. My friends. My mum and dad. The fact that my brothers are now getting help. The fact that I only have one year left of school. Facebook. Tumblr. Youtube. Music. MY GUITAR
and when the night turns into day and I’m still awake, I wonder if right now you’re dreaming about me?
You wake up in the morning intent on pissing people off. I bet you’re really proud of yourself!
Today, i got up, went to work, came home and then just sat down. Life is starting to feel meaningless, like there is no real reason to do anything anymore. It makes me sad that I feel so ready to just give up on life, but, I guess you can’t really help it?
I fucked up pretty bad, at 1am, I began an argument that I regret so much By 2am, I had lost my boyfriend, not all together, but enough to make me feel the pain, I’m shaking, wondering if he’ll call me, or should I try again, this happened to me once before and I’m not sure how much longer I can take the stress. I think I need to just, go out, get my clothes for tonight, go to...
today was fucked. i miss you, i really need to speek to you but, i know you’re in the shit. fuck i hate this.
20 things i hate
I hate bitches. I hate myself. I hate parents always going ape over simple matters. I hate people always asking me if I’m okay when I’m laughing and smiling. I hate people telling me what I can and can’t do. I hate being lied to. I hate that you only talk to me when i’m angry and hurt, not when I’m in a good mood. I hate it that you don’t stick up for...
i really don’t think some people realise that talking about people behind their back is wrong, and its even worse when you talk about it, say, “no one can know” but then continue talking about it. it was a secret and I really think that privacy needs to be respected. People get hurt. that is all.