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sorry of the year...
not story, sorry.
when you look around and think about everything u had going for you, and how you pushed every single person away, that could ever really love you, or who you have had who really loved you. and ur crying, and u dont really know who to turn to cause u have pushed peolpe away so far that they hate you. and u dont know who to grab on to, who to ask to help you. who to guide you, becuase every person u ever grabed, asked for help, and the only two people who guided you, all hate you . and u dont know how to pick ur own self off the ground. and u dont know who you are anymore. and everyone u have ever loved is hateing you, and u think why..oh why do they hate you, then u realize uve threatened too many lives, and that all u were worried about is HOW oh HOW they could hurt you, and why oh why u. and boo fucking hoo. when u got no one left, absoulutely no one to turn to cause they have all forgotten you. and u cry yourself to sleep, with no reason, just for what you have given up, what u fucked up, and why oh mother fucking why you. why the hell did u do this u ask u. and its all ur fault, so why cry, its all ur fault so why not get the fuck up and go. its all ur fault whats the point of being here when EVERY mother fucking person youve ever loved hates you, and you lost all u had, and ur sitting there thinking to yourself, 'why oh why you' why ask the question why, u know why. cuase u killed yourlsef mentally, and then came along socially, uve lost every best friend u have had. and the one u got now is so iggnraant to the truth, and it makes u so angry, so hateful, cause they are going to get hurt, and its all ur fault cause ur not telling them.. and everything is ur fault, u have caused so much pain.. uve caused everything thats happened in the lat 3 years, since u were a cute lil popular girl who was on top of the world, in the 6th grade, then a raveing physco poser bitch in the 7th. then when u get to the 8th ur are what u tried to be when u were in the 7th grade, and u dont know how to get out, uve lost everything, no one loves u anymore. they can say they do, but they dont. they dont care if u live or die, its roll off thier backs in short time. and its amazin how something so small can confirm that for you.
-sorry of the year..
this journal is over.
_happy is the new one.
sorry for the pain i caused, shut up about it. what ur doing to me is something more then dramatic, just leave me alone about the pain ive caused, i know. and im sorry.
..s.o.r.r.y..o.f..t.h.e..y.e.a.r..
not story, sorry.
when you look around and think about everything u had going for you, and how you pushed every single person away, that could ever really love you, or who you have had who really loved you. and ur crying, and u dont really know who to turn to cause u have pushed peolpe away so far that they hate you. and u dont know who to grab on to, who to ask to help you. who to guide you, becuase every person u ever grabed, asked for help, and the only two people who guided you, all hate you . and u dont know how to pick ur own self off the ground. and u dont know who you are anymore. and everyone u have ever loved is hateing you, and u think why..oh why do they hate you, then u realize uve threatened too many lives, and that all u were worried about is HOW oh HOW they could hurt you, and why oh why u. and boo fucking hoo. when u got no one left, absoulutely no one to turn to cause they have all forgotten you. and u cry yourself to sleep, with no reason, just for what you have given up, what u fucked up, and why oh mother fucking why you. why the hell did u do this u ask u. and its all ur fault, so why cry, its all ur fault so why not get the fuck up and go. its all ur fault whats the point of being here when EVERY mother fucking person youve ever loved hates you, and you lost all u had, and ur sitting there thinking to yourself, 'why oh why you' why ask the question why, u know why. cuase u killed yourlsef mentally, and then came along socially, uve lost every best friend u have had. and the one u got now is so iggnraant to the truth, and it makes u so angry, so hateful, cause they are going to get hurt, and its all ur fault cause ur not telling them.. and everything is ur fault, u have caused so much pain.. uve caused everything thats happened in the lat 3 years, since u were a cute lil popular girl who was on top of the world, in the 6th grade, then a raveing physco poser bitch in the 7th. then when u get to the 8th ur are what u tried to be when u were in the 7th grade, and u dont know how to get out, uve lost everything, no one loves u anymore. they can say they do, but they dont. they dont care if u live or die, its roll off thier backs in short time. and its amazin how something so small can confirm that for you.
-sorry of the year..
this journal is over.
_happy is the new one.
sorry for the pain i caused, shut up about it. what ur doing to me is something more then dramatic, just leave me alone about the pain ive caused, i know. and im sorry.
..s.o.r.r.y..o.f..t.h.e..y.e.a.r..