I quit
I quit I quit I quit I quit. I duno wut i quit on but i'll tell u wen i find out. UGH! no skewl today. I wish there was no sno b/c now i havent been to church in exactly a week cuz there probably is no yg tonyt. Ahhhhhh! oh well i dunno if i'll go even if there is.
I feel non social today ppl so i wont be on aim. Ugh. Ugh. rhymes with Jug. Bug Lug Shrug. i feel like Dr. Suess. I miss life. its never gunna be the same. i already lost my life. THere were so many good tyms wen i was happy and careless to suicidal and sad. Now i'm just me. I can never be extremely happy anymore. There really isnt much to be happy about. I think too much...yes i think for those of you who didnt kno that. Nothing can help me. I can be happy about a couple hrs a day and the rest i'm just me. I look at the scars everyday now and wonder whatever happened to me. Look at what i've become. Look at the friends i've lost. And yes, they are my fault. No one can ever make me think other wise. Its the most logical explanation.
All I think about anymore are memories. Whether good or bad. Sometimes it is even both. I look at the person that I promised myself I would never be...and slowly I became it.
This life is not worth it. I know that I can help others...but I can never seem to help myself. I'm just messed up. I'm typing with a screw thing now...why? i dunno...i'm weird like that.
This is my journal so whatever i put in here is my business. I dont care if u dont like what i'm putting in here. If you dont like it then dont read it! sheesh.
I've got so much on my mind but at the same tym I dont. If that makes any sense at all. I'm out no point of me being here
I feel non social today ppl so i wont be on aim. Ugh. Ugh. rhymes with Jug. Bug Lug Shrug. i feel like Dr. Suess. I miss life. its never gunna be the same. i already lost my life. THere were so many good tyms wen i was happy and careless to suicidal and sad. Now i'm just me. I can never be extremely happy anymore. There really isnt much to be happy about. I think too much...yes i think for those of you who didnt kno that. Nothing can help me. I can be happy about a couple hrs a day and the rest i'm just me. I look at the scars everyday now and wonder whatever happened to me. Look at what i've become. Look at the friends i've lost. And yes, they are my fault. No one can ever make me think other wise. Its the most logical explanation.
All I think about anymore are memories. Whether good or bad. Sometimes it is even both. I look at the person that I promised myself I would never be...and slowly I became it.
This life is not worth it. I know that I can help others...but I can never seem to help myself. I'm just messed up. I'm typing with a screw thing now...why? i dunno...i'm weird like that.
This is my journal so whatever i put in here is my business. I dont care if u dont like what i'm putting in here. If you dont like it then dont read it! sheesh.
I've got so much on my mind but at the same tym I dont. If that makes any sense at all. I'm out no point of me being here