1st day back
i went to school today. i held my head up hi, as if i had something to be proud of, and i thought. everything that i've done in the past year and a half, are nothing but regrets. fuking up all the perfect friendships, not being good enough, all the drugs. maybe im just in a bad mood? i want something to be proud of...i had something, i think i took too much pride in. i hate school. it was a complete disaster. i saw ryan at school, i thought i'd be excited, i wasn't. at all. that's over, i'm not gonna set myself up for that shit. im sick of letting myself get hurt. i hate boys. well i only hate ummmmmm 3. it hurts.