May 22, 2006 12:30
i think i hate you.
i don't really want to.
but i think it's what you want, anyway.
i don't know why you resent me so much.
it makes me sad.
i just wanted to be ok.
and believe everything you told me.
i guess i never could trust you anyway.
i had a really bad dream last night.
my parents told me they are going away for a few days,
but they won't tell me when.
i think it's funny.
someday i won't suck at everything.
it will be sweet.