January 2010
19 posts
wee.
having only four classes the last portion of my senior year is great. except for the fact that three out of four of those classes are a SNORE FEST!! ugh. why?!!?!?!
Oh. Well then.
I’m sorry for trying to be nice to you.
grr...
I hate it when the person I’m talking to says, “you have no idea how I feel right now” ESPECIALLY when I know exactly how they feel. How do you know I don’t know how you feel?? What, I can’t go through *ish* too???
depression. anger.
My head hurts from all these tears I’ve cried. My eyes are red and bleary and I can barely see (not that I can see any way, definitely all types of blind.) My nose is running and blending in with my tears, don’t know which ones to lick anymore. I want to jump off of something, break something, throw something, crash into something, kill something (preferably a small bug, but not a...
