I don't even know.
Yeah, so I graduated high school. It's summer and I have no fucking idea what I am going to do with my life. I've changed what I want to do with my live over and over at this point. It just seems that lately I have all these regrets. Most of them about the men in my life, or lack there of, I'm not just talking about boyfriends, I'm talking male adults, father figures, and role models too. I don't have many, but I owe the ones who took the time to help me a thank you. Thank You.
I felt sick today, I believe from a mixtured of stress and crazy high emotions from that time of the month...I swear....when I turn 25 those bitches are comming out, anyway, I realized that I tend to think a lot when I'm stressed and nothing at this point can relax me but, me spilling my guts for your pleasure and enjoyment.
I also realized this is the first entry in a long fucking time that has had any meaning in the paragraphs, oh so just to anyone who reads this, I don't need your pity, so don't say how sorry you are or how can you make it better, what makes it better is the fact that I can admit these things. That's what makes me feel better, not sympathy.
This concludes another fun entry to my LJ, thank you and good night.
I felt sick today, I believe from a mixtured of stress and crazy high emotions from that time of the month...I swear....when I turn 25 those bitches are comming out, anyway, I realized that I tend to think a lot when I'm stressed and nothing at this point can relax me but, me spilling my guts for your pleasure and enjoyment.
I also realized this is the first entry in a long fucking time that has had any meaning in the paragraphs, oh so just to anyone who reads this, I don't need your pity, so don't say how sorry you are or how can you make it better, what makes it better is the fact that I can admit these things. That's what makes me feel better, not sympathy.
This concludes another fun entry to my LJ, thank you and good night.