lets recap april
and i'll explain how much it sucked
appendix removed, in hospital for three-four days...fuck jello
out of school for two weeks (60+ hours to make up)
steve broke up with me (we're back together though)
mr. buechner died
lauren went to the hospital and got her appendix removed
got kicked out of school(for a day to later to find out that everyone was allowed back in and no one called me)
had to take kelly to the hospital cause she cut someone then herself to later find out the guy had heppitis c. got lost on the way home and ran out of gas
i've puked everyday due to stress
but can someone please tell me why any of this matters or why anyone cares? in one year what will this one bad month matter. and if it does matter who will it matter to? not me. will you care in one year that i just had the worst month of life? no you won't. wanna know why. because my life probably doesn't mean shit to you. you have your own problems to worry about and you've probably had a month like this once. or a bad week. or a bad day. BUT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER. you live, you move on, you get over shit. so why do people dwell? why do people even care. i guess its one thing we'll never know.
whats the point in trusting people when you know they're just gonna kick you in the ass anyway.
why did i even write this entry, not like anyone is gonna read it and absorb anything i said.
appendix removed, in hospital for three-four days...fuck jello
out of school for two weeks (60+ hours to make up)
steve broke up with me (we're back together though)
mr. buechner died
lauren went to the hospital and got her appendix removed
got kicked out of school(for a day to later to find out that everyone was allowed back in and no one called me)
had to take kelly to the hospital cause she cut someone then herself to later find out the guy had heppitis c. got lost on the way home and ran out of gas
i've puked everyday due to stress
but can someone please tell me why any of this matters or why anyone cares? in one year what will this one bad month matter. and if it does matter who will it matter to? not me. will you care in one year that i just had the worst month of life? no you won't. wanna know why. because my life probably doesn't mean shit to you. you have your own problems to worry about and you've probably had a month like this once. or a bad week. or a bad day. BUT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER. you live, you move on, you get over shit. so why do people dwell? why do people even care. i guess its one thing we'll never know.
whats the point in trusting people when you know they're just gonna kick you in the ass anyway.
why did i even write this entry, not like anyone is gonna read it and absorb anything i said.