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i havent updated in a while because i really dont think anything i say makes much sense anymore. i really cant stand this feeling of sinking and suicidal thoughts. no one reads this anyways and thats a comfortt because i dont think most people understand. or even worse they feel that they do, or at least should. im feeling that is it becoming popular to be depressed. its like the new little black dress.
prom is annoying me. im halfway to saying fuck it, ditching my date and just not going. my mother is being an ultimate bitch about it. im getting up tommorow and buying the fucking dress. it makes me look fat and its too low so i cant wear a bra and with my boobs that can be considered disasterous but i really dont give a fuck anymore because i think this is all pointless anyways. ill get that dress just to spite my mother with the shittiness of it. it has flaws but i love it because i know she will hate it
and i also hate not being comfortable IMing some people. actually i like it. or actually i dont really care. i think im hungry.
my life is futile because whats the point of living without purpose? what is the point of doing anything for that matter? what is what is i thin kthats all i do.
i think too much and i have to concentrate to form words on the computer because i type too much and think too fast and disjointed so the sense isnt there but i try hard and maybe something will come and everything will be okay and i wont have to worry or kill myself over the oaster strudle that is lurking and what stop devany because what is the point of this talkin? keep on subject wait hold stop.
and im listening to good soft music and i wish i could talk to someone that isnt annoying but no one is here. i really dont like life. its silly
prom is annoying me. im halfway to saying fuck it, ditching my date and just not going. my mother is being an ultimate bitch about it. im getting up tommorow and buying the fucking dress. it makes me look fat and its too low so i cant wear a bra and with my boobs that can be considered disasterous but i really dont give a fuck anymore because i think this is all pointless anyways. ill get that dress just to spite my mother with the shittiness of it. it has flaws but i love it because i know she will hate it
and i also hate not being comfortable IMing some people. actually i like it. or actually i dont really care. i think im hungry.
my life is futile because whats the point of living without purpose? what is the point of doing anything for that matter? what is what is i thin kthats all i do.
i think too much and i have to concentrate to form words on the computer because i type too much and think too fast and disjointed so the sense isnt there but i try hard and maybe something will come and everything will be okay and i wont have to worry or kill myself over the oaster strudle that is lurking and what stop devany because what is the point of this talkin? keep on subject wait hold stop.
and im listening to good soft music and i wish i could talk to someone that isnt annoying but no one is here. i really dont like life. its silly