Scream my lungs out
This is me trying not to be pessimistic.
I've been sick for a while and it's annoying but not unbearable.
I still wish that Indiana was in Michigan, but it isn't so I can't dwell on it.
I met a guy named Trevor. He's got an xgf that's "physco" apparently and jealous, but I just feel badly, and don't dislike her even a little.
In attempts to make myself feel better I bought make up today at the mall. There's irony.
I'm listening to only one.
If anyone wants to hang out on the 24th, it'd be much appreciated.
I'm sad because even when I'm with my best friends or family or a great guy, I still feel lonely.
I can't cry on the outside anymore, it's pretty much an inside crying.
I think the hurt where you can barely feel it is the worst, at least when you know it hurts like a bitch you can handle it.
I hate that I do this, and to whoever reads this I'm positive it's annoying and so enough of that subject.
I wish I were more private than I am.
I want so badly to like a nice guy for once, but yet again I just get bored.
I hate that people call me Estella, but I feel like it's true and I hate that more.