This Is What I Can Put Into Words, What Im Really Feeling I Cant Spill....
** I apologize for sounding emo**
I hate life.
I hate drama.
I hate how I do things to please other people, yet do nothing to make myself happy.
I hate how I have a huge mouth and how I often times shove my foot in it.
I hate how much I feel like bawling my eyes out right now.
I hate how emo this sounds despite my not wanting it to.
I hate how I am 17 goddamn years old and how I am not allowed to stay at home by myself because my dad is an overprotective piece of crap that thinks i need an effing babysitter.
I hate how I feel like a wabash hussie, but really I just like to look :)
I hate photo.
I hate school.
Im sick of this whatever. I want it to end. I dont know how to stop it though. Dont really know what caused it, but theres obviously something and I HATE IT. I want things the way they were. And I hate how I have no balls to say what Im feeling to who needs to hear it.
I hate this town.
I want college.
I love how me and my sister talk everyday.
I love how shes coming home on saturday.
I love how saturday will no doubt be amazing.
I love how people try to hurt me by making me feel bad about something, but I am bigger than that and realize they arent good friends.
I need a break.
I want to quit. EVERYTHING. Nothing makes me more unhappy then my everyday routine. Work, cheerleading... I hate it all. And if Brittany gets to stay on the team, Im off. No joking.
Blah.
Carli is awesome. Whenever someone can say what you are thinking without you even telling them, and they are like 1000 miles away, that is amazing.
I feel like I am rambling, so Im done.
I hate life.
I hate drama.
I hate how I do things to please other people, yet do nothing to make myself happy.
I hate how I have a huge mouth and how I often times shove my foot in it.
I hate how much I feel like bawling my eyes out right now.
I hate how emo this sounds despite my not wanting it to.
I hate how I am 17 goddamn years old and how I am not allowed to stay at home by myself because my dad is an overprotective piece of crap that thinks i need an effing babysitter.
I hate how I feel like a wabash hussie, but really I just like to look :)
I hate photo.
I hate school.
Im sick of this whatever. I want it to end. I dont know how to stop it though. Dont really know what caused it, but theres obviously something and I HATE IT. I want things the way they were. And I hate how I have no balls to say what Im feeling to who needs to hear it.
I hate this town.
I want college.
I love how me and my sister talk everyday.
I love how shes coming home on saturday.
I love how saturday will no doubt be amazing.
I love how people try to hurt me by making me feel bad about something, but I am bigger than that and realize they arent good friends.
I need a break.
I want to quit. EVERYTHING. Nothing makes me more unhappy then my everyday routine. Work, cheerleading... I hate it all. And if Brittany gets to stay on the team, Im off. No joking.
Blah.
Carli is awesome. Whenever someone can say what you are thinking without you even telling them, and they are like 1000 miles away, that is amazing.
I feel like I am rambling, so Im done.