you really got a hold on me
i keep getting upset. i can't help it. always always. i hate my father sometimes. he's such a fucking piece of shit rascist. i hate rascism. >=p bastards. whatever. my mother's just as ignorant. elvis on the radio. he ain't helpin. *sigh* i want to be in a good mood. w/e. giorgio's going to ny in like a month or so for a few days. that's gonna be quite upsetting. uhm. and he's leaving for spring break prolly. lucky him. sux to be me. i think i've been feeling under appreciated lately. not that i'm anyhting to appreciate. i don't know. it's just been feeling like no one really cares much. it's me being dumb. blah. i hate feeling this way. the last time i felt good was while i was kissing him last nite. the sensation of it. no-not like that-sick fools >=\ but w/e. i won't go on about this. i don't know what to think anymore. i'm weak and weary and this week is going to bite. at least i'm falling. that's my happy thought. that's my happiness.