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well, its about ten to 11.. i hate my life right about now.. i wish i had a pair of shoe's in my bedroom so i could just run away..
so i guess rather then running away i'll just sit here in my room, door locked listening to the blaring music that isn't even mine. i don't feel like i'm even welcome in my own apartment anymore.. the last two days have been hell. i need to find an apartment that i can call my own. i hate being here. why else do you think i'd run away and hide for almost two days in a row?
i fuckin hate my life, i really do. if it weren't for the fact that i have to work at ten o'clock tomorrow, i'd leave. and pray to god i never had to come back. i hate my life....
well.
so i guess rather then running away i'll just sit here in my room, door locked listening to the blaring music that isn't even mine. i don't feel like i'm even welcome in my own apartment anymore.. the last two days have been hell. i need to find an apartment that i can call my own. i hate being here. why else do you think i'd run away and hide for almost two days in a row?
i fuckin hate my life, i really do. if it weren't for the fact that i have to work at ten o'clock tomorrow, i'd leave. and pray to god i never had to come back. i hate my life....
well.