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I feel so lonely.
It's cold and now matter how many sweaters I put on I still feel cold.
I worked hard on this Anatomy paper which was semi-important since I haven't really been following through on homework much in that class, but it didn't attatch in the e-mail I sent. So I seemed like an idiot trying to explain this to Randi (my teacher) how I can't print it (my comp is printer incompatible) and it couldn't connect to the internet at school, and i don't want my mom sending it from my computer because my computer is blocked with a password which is my password for EVERYTHING ELSE TOO. So I sent it as soon as I got home, but since I had a whole bunch of commitments yesterday, I didn't get home til 9:30. So I get an email from her today saying, "Emily, this email was sent at 9:30. Was the assignment really done when you said it was?" Ha, you know what? Fuck You.
I feel so unmotivated to do anything. I feel so alone, I am talking to Keith again. This can't be good, but I don't know. I think about him so much, but I hate myself for it. I want it all to stop, but I can't make myself do it. I want a boy with no drama, but I can't find one, especially one who lives here. It's so hopeless.
'Maybe I've forgotten
the name and the address
of everyone I've ever known.
It's nothing I regret.
Save it for another day.
It's the school exam and
the kids have run away.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conversation on the telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain of my wounded heart....
Just wait till tomorrow.
I guess that's what they all say
just before they fall apart."
I'm gonna take a shower, maybe I'll feel better then.
DownNout 0: dont be alone
DownNout 0: move to la
DownNout 0: u can live under my bed
DownNout 0: or in my bed
DownNout 0: just clean my room once in a while and your ok
It's cold and now matter how many sweaters I put on I still feel cold.
I worked hard on this Anatomy paper which was semi-important since I haven't really been following through on homework much in that class, but it didn't attatch in the e-mail I sent. So I seemed like an idiot trying to explain this to Randi (my teacher) how I can't print it (my comp is printer incompatible) and it couldn't connect to the internet at school, and i don't want my mom sending it from my computer because my computer is blocked with a password which is my password for EVERYTHING ELSE TOO. So I sent it as soon as I got home, but since I had a whole bunch of commitments yesterday, I didn't get home til 9:30. So I get an email from her today saying, "Emily, this email was sent at 9:30. Was the assignment really done when you said it was?" Ha, you know what? Fuck You.
I feel so unmotivated to do anything. I feel so alone, I am talking to Keith again. This can't be good, but I don't know. I think about him so much, but I hate myself for it. I want it all to stop, but I can't make myself do it. I want a boy with no drama, but I can't find one, especially one who lives here. It's so hopeless.
'Maybe I've forgotten
the name and the address
of everyone I've ever known.
It's nothing I regret.
Save it for another day.
It's the school exam and
the kids have run away.
I would like a place I could call my own,
have a conversation on the telephone.
Wake up every day that would be a start.
I would not complain of my wounded heart....
Just wait till tomorrow.
I guess that's what they all say
just before they fall apart."
I'm gonna take a shower, maybe I'll feel better then.
DownNout 0: dont be alone
DownNout 0: move to la
DownNout 0: u can live under my bed
DownNout 0: or in my bed
DownNout 0: just clean my room once in a while and your ok