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im a mess.
i try too hard to make everyone happy, and end up with nothing that I actually want, and at fault with the entire world. for the first time in a long time i was actually pretty sure of what I wanted, and of course that got fucked up too. and now i'm trying to force myself into something that I know wont really make me happy, just like every other situation i end up in. i'm never going to make everyone happy, and at this rate i really dont see myself ever being really happy. i cant remember the last time ive felt assured and legitamately happy with how things were. actually fuck that yeah i can, and it just sucks that the things i have control over i always end up screwing up, and the things that really matter are never under my control. and now im just bitching about it to this stupid journal and i know none of you want to read this... and i really should be writing poetry about my stupid fucking life because i have like 2930568203598 left to do before friday. and want to know something funny? so far i have three insult poems, and only one praise. and the praise one is about a dog. how pathetic is my life.
i try too hard to make everyone happy, and end up with nothing that I actually want, and at fault with the entire world. for the first time in a long time i was actually pretty sure of what I wanted, and of course that got fucked up too. and now i'm trying to force myself into something that I know wont really make me happy, just like every other situation i end up in. i'm never going to make everyone happy, and at this rate i really dont see myself ever being really happy. i cant remember the last time ive felt assured and legitamately happy with how things were. actually fuck that yeah i can, and it just sucks that the things i have control over i always end up screwing up, and the things that really matter are never under my control. and now im just bitching about it to this stupid journal and i know none of you want to read this... and i really should be writing poetry about my stupid fucking life because i have like 2930568203598 left to do before friday. and want to know something funny? so far i have three insult poems, and only one praise. and the praise one is about a dog. how pathetic is my life.