Mr. C can kiss my ass
feeling a bit better. i have a shitload of work to do. but it's much more imperitive that i update...
ugh i'm dreading report cards. i'm going to fail italian. fuck. Mr. C is such an ass. Really. there's nothing i can even say to express how much that guy frustrates me. fjdskjfsdkjfhsdjkfhskdjsajkkf skjfskj. he can kiss my ass. the end.
and this bullshit church project with like drawing pictures and shit. what the fuck. tanyag likes dudes. the end.
and i won't complain about addison because even though she's a psychotic anal bitch she's cool and i have to read shit which i always enjoy.
i'm reading this book jamie gave me called "pure". it's rather amusing. i spent most of my day skimming through it.
ughhhhhhhh. i have to do this. why didn't a do any of this crap during the dayyyy?? fuck. fuck. fuck. i'm an idiot. i'm really freaking out about this school shit. and its like although i'm freaking out... it's not compelling me to do anything about it. I am going to get an F in italian... an F. i don't get F's!!!! ever. ... that report card will come and the F will be there and my life will be over. my dad will kill me. and i don't even care enough ti do anything about it. i think i just might not do that project at all!
and my friends are really pissing me off. like half of them. they're all making me choose. i don't want to choose. i'm not going to choose. theres nothing to choose. not only do i love him, but he's one of my best friends. and no one seems to understand that. yeah, he screws up. yeah, he gets me upset. but he's still one of my best friends. he knows things no one else knows about me. no one. so really, everyone needs to stop with all of their outside perspectives. you don't know anything about it. really you don't. i know you all care about me and don't want me to get hurt. i know your hearts are in the right place. i know you're all sick of watching me do this to myself. but really. just stop. and i know i get annoying with all this shit, but really, thanks. all of you. thanks. it's great to know you're really all there for me no matter what stupid decisions i make.
this really isn't fair. at all. why does everyone have to ruin everything for me. why can't anyone let me be happy. so what if it won't last. so what if it's all going to go to hell at any given moment. I FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M DOING, OK!?!?!
ugh i'm dreading report cards. i'm going to fail italian. fuck. Mr. C is such an ass. Really. there's nothing i can even say to express how much that guy frustrates me. fjdskjfsdkjfhsdjkfhskdjsajkkf skjfskj. he can kiss my ass. the end.
and this bullshit church project with like drawing pictures and shit. what the fuck. tanyag likes dudes. the end.
and i won't complain about addison because even though she's a psychotic anal bitch she's cool and i have to read shit which i always enjoy.
i'm reading this book jamie gave me called "pure". it's rather amusing. i spent most of my day skimming through it.
ughhhhhhhh. i have to do this. why didn't a do any of this crap during the dayyyy?? fuck. fuck. fuck. i'm an idiot. i'm really freaking out about this school shit. and its like although i'm freaking out... it's not compelling me to do anything about it. I am going to get an F in italian... an F. i don't get F's!!!! ever. ... that report card will come and the F will be there and my life will be over. my dad will kill me. and i don't even care enough ti do anything about it. i think i just might not do that project at all!
and my friends are really pissing me off. like half of them. they're all making me choose. i don't want to choose. i'm not going to choose. theres nothing to choose. not only do i love him, but he's one of my best friends. and no one seems to understand that. yeah, he screws up. yeah, he gets me upset. but he's still one of my best friends. he knows things no one else knows about me. no one. so really, everyone needs to stop with all of their outside perspectives. you don't know anything about it. really you don't. i know you all care about me and don't want me to get hurt. i know your hearts are in the right place. i know you're all sick of watching me do this to myself. but really. just stop. and i know i get annoying with all this shit, but really, thanks. all of you. thanks. it's great to know you're really all there for me no matter what stupid decisions i make.
this really isn't fair. at all. why does everyone have to ruin everything for me. why can't anyone let me be happy. so what if it won't last. so what if it's all going to go to hell at any given moment. I FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M DOING, OK!?!?!