Oct 29, 2005 23:04
ITS WIERD THAT YOU HATE ME.....
THAT I DREAD COMIN TO SCHOOL CUZ I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO...
THE PPL THAT I THINK ARE MY FRIENDS TALK ABOUT ME IN MY FACE....EVEN THOUGH THEY SAY THEYRE PLAYIN THEY MOST LIKELY ARENT.....
PPL SOMETIMES TELL ME THAT IM SO NICE AND THEY LOVE ME TO DEATH, BUT NO ONE EVER CALLS ME JUST TO TALK OR SHARE EMOTIONAL CONFLICTS....
IM ALWAYS THE LONER IN THE GROUP THE ONE THATS NEVER INVITED TO ANYTHING...
I KNOW THAT I ALWAYS LOOK SAD....BUT AT SCHOOL WHEN IM WITH YOU IM NOT SAD AND TELLING ME THAT I AM IS ONLY GONNA MAKE ME UPSET! YOU TALK ABOUT ME IN MY FACE AND YOU KNOW IM TO SENSITIVE TO REALLY TAKE IT AS A JOKE. YOU SHOW EVERYONE MORE ATTENTION THAN YOU DO ME....
I WANT MY NINTH GRADE YEAR BACK I WAS SO MUCH MORE COMFORTABLE...
I'M TIRED OF CARRYING THE FACT THAT IM ALWAYS THE BIGGEST GIRL IN DANCE CLASS...
TIRED OF PPL TELLIN ME THAT I DONT TRY WHEN I REALLY AM EVEN IF MY FACE DOESNT SHOW IT...
ALWAYS BEING TOLD TO PULL UP MORE...THE FAT YOU SEE IS ONLY GONNA DISSAPPEAR SO MUCH I TRY TO FIX IT BUT THINGS TAKE THE TIME AND THE PATIENTS THAT I JUST DONT HAVE....
WHEN IM SAD I GET AND URGE TO CLEAN AND AT THE TIME MY ROOM IS SPOTLESS....
WE'LL SEE WAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN I DESTROY IT DURING ONE OF MY ANGER EPISODES...