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goodness. if i hear anything else about he said she said, i will kill. i'm so tired of here. do you UNDERSTAND THAT?!??
i'm tired of superficial people.
i'm tired of being surrounded by people with no moral values (though i will never judge them for being so).
i'm tired of HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA.
i'm tired of the EMU instrumental music department.
i'm tired of asbill -- thank God i don't have to deal with him ever again.
i'm tired of people here judging me.
I JUST WANT TO START OVER. SOMEWHERE WHERE NO ONE KNOWS MY NAME, KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT ME, DOESN'T KNOW A SINGLE ROAD I'VE EVER BEEN ON, NEW. i want new.
then i think about my best friend. this friday is my 19th birthday. it will be our last "legal" day to hang out in michigan. ...she won't be in texas (move to Texas????). SAD. IT IS SO SAD. IT MAKES ME CRY, AND HER TOO, IT MAKES US CRY. this is just gonna be extremely hard. i want to go home right now, and cry with my cat. because i'm gonna miss a lot, but i hate so much here. ....it's a really REALLY weird feeling, i'm fully aware...ha, i realize this is the second rant i've had about this in the past like...5 entries. oh well. can you tell how much i care? yeah, it's a whole heck of a lot.
so. i was told to never stop playing my horn by a professional pianist. it made me really happy. i'm not trying to boast, i promise. it just made me really happy. not to mention the pianist is Mrs. Quesada's cousin...and that makes me happy too. i don't know, i just really liked my pianist a whole lot. very cool woman.
i'm gonna miss you. more than words and emotions and tears can EVER express.
abc... here i come...
ugh. i just can't wait for this semester to be OVER. ...just a few more days. just three more days...just three. i can do it...right? ...yeah.
i'm tired of superficial people.
i'm tired of being surrounded by people with no moral values (though i will never judge them for being so).
i'm tired of HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA.
i'm tired of the EMU instrumental music department.
i'm tired of asbill -- thank God i don't have to deal with him ever again.
i'm tired of people here judging me.
I JUST WANT TO START OVER. SOMEWHERE WHERE NO ONE KNOWS MY NAME, KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT ME, DOESN'T KNOW A SINGLE ROAD I'VE EVER BEEN ON, NEW. i want new.
then i think about my best friend. this friday is my 19th birthday. it will be our last "legal" day to hang out in michigan. ...she won't be in texas (move to Texas????). SAD. IT IS SO SAD. IT MAKES ME CRY, AND HER TOO, IT MAKES US CRY. this is just gonna be extremely hard. i want to go home right now, and cry with my cat. because i'm gonna miss a lot, but i hate so much here. ....it's a really REALLY weird feeling, i'm fully aware...ha, i realize this is the second rant i've had about this in the past like...5 entries. oh well. can you tell how much i care? yeah, it's a whole heck of a lot.
so. i was told to never stop playing my horn by a professional pianist. it made me really happy. i'm not trying to boast, i promise. it just made me really happy. not to mention the pianist is Mrs. Quesada's cousin...and that makes me happy too. i don't know, i just really liked my pianist a whole lot. very cool woman.
i'm gonna miss you. more than words and emotions and tears can EVER express.
abc... here i come...
ugh. i just can't wait for this semester to be OVER. ...just a few more days. just three more days...just three. i can do it...right? ...yeah.