Fucking Lame.
I want to go home. I'm so exhausted. And i'm in the worst mood ever. And I need a cigarette. Like really bad. I'm so fucking worried.
Last night I had a dream that my dad was trying to kill me.
I fucking hate my dad and I havent talked to him in like 2 or 3 years.
I'm getting so annoyed with people who think they know everything. Shut the fuck up, please. Before I go insane.
I'm so hungry. My stomach is constantly growling. I just want a good meal.
My ex boyfriend, Allen, has a band. He's the guitar player and the vocalist. And the songs are about me. Crazy. You are welcome to check them out..
www.purevolume.com/shy
Anyway. No school tomorrow. Good. I need a break.