Macbeth!
So, i just got out of english and for once i'm not bored. it's amazing. macbeth is soo interesting. so ya, right now i'm hyper. it prolly won't last for long. i'll find out something else that she did that scares the crap out of me, because i don't know what i would do without you. you're not a piece of shit friend. i want you to know that even though you don't do as much stuff with me anymore, that you're not useful. i love you. i love you soo much i don't know how to explain it. there's a quote i think that says something about love is when you can't explain how great it is. well i don't know how to explain it. lately i know how you've been feeling, i don't know what's wrong with me but it seems like no one realizes that i'm still here. except for those who talk to me everyday. or the 2 heartfelt hugs i recieve almost everyday.
i have NO idea what i'm going to do over spring break because of my stupid parents. i just wanna get drunk off my ass so i won't care about anything for a matter of a few hours or so. i wanna do something rebelious just so that my parents and everyone around me will find out and notice me. so someone will care.
god... why is ms. nichols such a bitch? "the table isn't vertically AND horizontally centered." does it fucking matter that much? random thoughts are going through my head. things that i want to say to her, things i want to say to all kinds of people. "back the fuck off!" "who really cares what your old ass thinks?" "why can't you just stop, i love you too much to have to deal with your not being here." that's just some of them.
some people scare me really bad... and no im not talking about you.(you know who you are, and you prolly know who i am talking about)but anyway, i need to write a peom or something. i need to get all these emotions out. i'm like a plasitc bottle with dry ice in it, ready to burst open. if you've never seen it, you gotta do it. its soo cool. gotta go do more tables and wonder why i'm even here and if i'm good for anything.
i have NO idea what i'm going to do over spring break because of my stupid parents. i just wanna get drunk off my ass so i won't care about anything for a matter of a few hours or so. i wanna do something rebelious just so that my parents and everyone around me will find out and notice me. so someone will care.
god... why is ms. nichols such a bitch? "the table isn't vertically AND horizontally centered." does it fucking matter that much? random thoughts are going through my head. things that i want to say to her, things i want to say to all kinds of people. "back the fuck off!" "who really cares what your old ass thinks?" "why can't you just stop, i love you too much to have to deal with your not being here." that's just some of them.
some people scare me really bad... and no im not talking about you.(you know who you are, and you prolly know who i am talking about)but anyway, i need to write a peom or something. i need to get all these emotions out. i'm like a plasitc bottle with dry ice in it, ready to burst open. if you've never seen it, you gotta do it. its soo cool. gotta go do more tables and wonder why i'm even here and if i'm good for anything.