long overdue time
it was wednesday the movie;
the movies were incredibly boring
it was funny but boring
next time please tell me who is coming 4-5 hour ahead of time
i know most of you said you were coming but never showed up fukcing tell me next time
no one has been telling me anything so i have had a chance to be replaced but saagar is my pancake so fucking back off out of that.
my heads fones the blue complex ones are so great the act liek fucking speakers love it.
we changed our carpets sso everythign was dumped into my room
now the true part of my entry
i kno i cant write as beautfully as most of you but:
i cant remember
i cant remember anything , my memories, my lies nor my life
im headed into a darl damend path where nothing pulls out ims utck in here and tho the good cant comout teh negative forces itself in
im fucking mot remembering anything
i feel shitless and emotionless
i have no emotion im fucking blah
and dont tell me its allright becuase i cant take it
im moving back to livejournal its easier to talk to ppl there. they understand even whn wat i say makes no sense
i seem to hate someone yet no one will realize it
i cant express myself any more . no patrick i dont hate you
sonya i wasnt ignoring you
i dont kno if i even love ty anymore
its just so awkward
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
im so confused lost and unentertained
i hate myself for it
adn i hate the fact that im tied down
I am on probation and i dotn care
ill get my grade up so i am not killed but i wanna run away and this tiem for real
ill hide in yoru closets and die in your souls but my memeries faded will still be a shore in a deep dark part where no one looks
ill be there for you
i dunno why i am even writing in here it makes no sense adn you guys probably wont comment or dont even care but please let me kno if im hurting you because im so sorry adn no excuse can cover the pain
i even tried cutting adn my arms wouldnt cut i tried cutting to remember the pain ofr atleast one memory just somehtign to hold onto because i want my past and not to walk it alone
thanks saagar
the movies were incredibly boring
it was funny but boring
next time please tell me who is coming 4-5 hour ahead of time
i know most of you said you were coming but never showed up fukcing tell me next time
no one has been telling me anything so i have had a chance to be replaced but saagar is my pancake so fucking back off out of that.
my heads fones the blue complex ones are so great the act liek fucking speakers love it.
we changed our carpets sso everythign was dumped into my room
now the true part of my entry
i kno i cant write as beautfully as most of you but:
i cant remember
i cant remember anything , my memories, my lies nor my life
im headed into a darl damend path where nothing pulls out ims utck in here and tho the good cant comout teh negative forces itself in
im fucking mot remembering anything
i feel shitless and emotionless
i have no emotion im fucking blah
and dont tell me its allright becuase i cant take it
im moving back to livejournal its easier to talk to ppl there. they understand even whn wat i say makes no sense
i seem to hate someone yet no one will realize it
i cant express myself any more . no patrick i dont hate you
sonya i wasnt ignoring you
i dont kno if i even love ty anymore
its just so awkward
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
im so confused lost and unentertained
i hate myself for it
adn i hate the fact that im tied down
I am on probation and i dotn care
ill get my grade up so i am not killed but i wanna run away and this tiem for real
ill hide in yoru closets and die in your souls but my memeries faded will still be a shore in a deep dark part where no one looks
ill be there for you
i dunno why i am even writing in here it makes no sense adn you guys probably wont comment or dont even care but please let me kno if im hurting you because im so sorry adn no excuse can cover the pain
i even tried cutting adn my arms wouldnt cut i tried cutting to remember the pain ofr atleast one memory just somehtign to hold onto because i want my past and not to walk it alone
thanks saagar