dammit anne|this isn't ficiton|this is your damn life
I dreamt about this. but it wasn't like this. I thought I was slightly good at it turns out I'm not. dammit anne. I hate this feeling. I know I deserve it, stupidity that's what it is. ignorance&stupidity&a load of things I don't want to know.
all I want to do is to not know. finding out on the internet is so fucking impersonal. why couldn't they do packets last year. make it plain in sight in type in print. on paper.
I have no idea why I'm going to camp. genevieve was right. I'm not becoming a professional or anything. why spend loads of money on three weeks.
I could be in california for my sixteenth birthday but I can't. I'm stuck going to be stuck on the east coast. I wonder if it's refundable because it better be. or I'll suckerpunch them.
I can't believe I'm still listening to between the bars on a burned cd. I've ruined all my morals and beliefs. I can't believe I'm so tight-fist on money. I wish best buy was open right now. tomorrow's the day where I spend my backup money on elliott's discography. screw the fund. the fund is at $18 and by this week it's gonna be gone anyways. I should've done this earlier.
I hate how my parents think I'm good at this. I'm not. why can't they realize it, I told them but I had to go through a whole year in that class. wtf, when did parents pick their child's schedule.
all I want to do right now is go to california and forget about everything. I hate how I actually thought I was going to make it. actually since I can't go over to cali, I want to go to b&n and finishfight club. I can't keep stalling everything. I need to act on the moment. I wish I could drive. I wish I didn't have to worry about sats during the summer or practicing, or anything.
I don't feel so good. I feel like I want to throw up. I feel like shit. so why am I on here? because I thought you ought to know the truth.
I didn't make chamber.
all I want to do is to not know. finding out on the internet is so fucking impersonal. why couldn't they do packets last year. make it plain in sight in type in print. on paper.
I have no idea why I'm going to camp. genevieve was right. I'm not becoming a professional or anything. why spend loads of money on three weeks.
I could be in california for my sixteenth birthday but I can't. I'm stuck going to be stuck on the east coast. I wonder if it's refundable because it better be. or I'll suckerpunch them.
I can't believe I'm still listening to between the bars on a burned cd. I've ruined all my morals and beliefs. I can't believe I'm so tight-fist on money. I wish best buy was open right now. tomorrow's the day where I spend my backup money on elliott's discography. screw the fund. the fund is at $18 and by this week it's gonna be gone anyways. I should've done this earlier.
I hate how my parents think I'm good at this. I'm not. why can't they realize it, I told them but I had to go through a whole year in that class. wtf, when did parents pick their child's schedule.
all I want to do right now is go to california and forget about everything. I hate how I actually thought I was going to make it. actually since I can't go over to cali, I want to go to b&n and finishfight club. I can't keep stalling everything. I need to act on the moment. I wish I could drive. I wish I didn't have to worry about sats during the summer or practicing, or anything.
I don't feel so good. I feel like I want to throw up. I feel like shit. so why am I on here? because I thought you ought to know the truth.
I didn't make chamber.