This Place Is Rotting From The Core...
myspace is down.
so my main reason of coming to the library
at all is now nonexistent.
ive been writing people letters.
just my NC buddies.
actually only one of them.
ive been writing a lot.
and i have insomnia.
im not kidding.
=\
i think and think and think
and all of a sudden its morning
and im tired but i cant sleep
and its horrible.
so im rereading harry potter. for the 5th time.
i think too much.
i think more than anyone
else i know. that scares me.
i cant wait for track next year.
i cant wait for everything next year.
i have to go see a phsycologist again.
thank god. im actually happy ill have someone
to talk to.
sorry, rather someone who listens.
dont let yourself go
cuz everybody cries
and everybody hurts
sometimes
i love that song.
maybe ill just keep writing.
yeah. maybe thats all i need.
im writing a book for my dad
because he told me to.
. just great .
i want to go back to corolla, OBX.
and i want to kiss tayler. or matt or jim.
just so i can say
i cheated on my future boyfriend because i thought he didnt like me.
but no. of course i didnt do anything with anyone.
not the boys across the street
or down the street or at the beach.
i learned how to surf.
chris surfs.
i learned how to shut up.
it lasted about 2 days
im just the perfect little fuck up, arent i?
i think i like 3 people.
chris....
someone else...
and someone else.
this entry is fucking pointless.
i hate it HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT.
i had this thought last night that
maybe if i cut my shoulder again
ill be amazingly happy.
too bad i cant find a sharp object.
just because im bored:
chris casserly
andrew livingston
zach feldman.
goddamitt i need to swing.
i need to go.
i need to talk to someone.
anyone.
someone who understands.
i wish i knew where my mom was.
i want to hurt her.
physically.
she didnt call on my birthday.
no one did.
except my best friend.
i hate it.
so my main reason of coming to the library
at all is now nonexistent.
ive been writing people letters.
just my NC buddies.
actually only one of them.
ive been writing a lot.
and i have insomnia.
im not kidding.
=\
i think and think and think
and all of a sudden its morning
and im tired but i cant sleep
and its horrible.
so im rereading harry potter. for the 5th time.
i think too much.
i think more than anyone
else i know. that scares me.
i cant wait for track next year.
i cant wait for everything next year.
i have to go see a phsycologist again.
thank god. im actually happy ill have someone
to talk to.
sorry, rather someone who listens.
dont let yourself go
cuz everybody cries
and everybody hurts
sometimes
i love that song.
maybe ill just keep writing.
yeah. maybe thats all i need.
im writing a book for my dad
because he told me to.
. just great .
i want to go back to corolla, OBX.
and i want to kiss tayler. or matt or jim.
just so i can say
i cheated on my future boyfriend because i thought he didnt like me.
but no. of course i didnt do anything with anyone.
not the boys across the street
or down the street or at the beach.
i learned how to surf.
chris surfs.
i learned how to shut up.
it lasted about 2 days
im just the perfect little fuck up, arent i?
i think i like 3 people.
chris....
someone else...
and someone else.
this entry is fucking pointless.
i hate it HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT.
i had this thought last night that
maybe if i cut my shoulder again
ill be amazingly happy.
too bad i cant find a sharp object.
just because im bored:
chris casserly
andrew livingston
zach feldman.
goddamitt i need to swing.
i need to go.
i need to talk to someone.
anyone.
someone who understands.
i wish i knew where my mom was.
i want to hurt her.
physically.
she didnt call on my birthday.
no one did.
except my best friend.
i hate it.