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Dear Diary,
Today I can't stand this town. I can't stand movies or books or going to the beach or sitting around in coffee shops & thinking of things to say to people who don't care because they're not listening anyway, people I don't know, barely know, should know but I don't, people I know too well, who know too much, who don't know nearly enough. I'm sick of sitting in my room, at the computer, in the car, on the couch. I don't want to do anything. There is nothing to do. I hate everyone. My period is late. Good. I fucking hate my period.
I hate optimists & I really fucking hate pessimists. I hate May Gray, June Gloom & whatever the shit they decided to call it all July & August too. I hate sunshine. I hate biting my nails. I hate trying to quit biting my nails.
I hate work, but I hate those days off where there's nothing to do.
I hate girls who giggle all the time. I hate flossing my teeth & I hate needing a haircut.
I hate feeling like the only reason people like me is because I will clown for their amusement. I hate not clowning. I hate hangovers, hangnails & hanging chads.
I hate counting up how many boys I've kissed & comparing. I hate everyone from high school who I haven't made an effort to keep in contact with. I hate people who want to get me high for the first time so they can laugh at me when I'm baked. I hate prank calls, open relationships & low-carb anything. I hate bitches & their masters.
I hate how I feel when my hormones are raging. I hate when my phone rings & it's not who I wanted. I hate when bad things happen that are nobody's fault. I hate when bad things happen that are. I hate moral gray areas. I hate still living in the same house I've lived in my whole life.
I can't wait to get away.
<3
Megan
Today I can't stand this town. I can't stand movies or books or going to the beach or sitting around in coffee shops & thinking of things to say to people who don't care because they're not listening anyway, people I don't know, barely know, should know but I don't, people I know too well, who know too much, who don't know nearly enough. I'm sick of sitting in my room, at the computer, in the car, on the couch. I don't want to do anything. There is nothing to do. I hate everyone. My period is late. Good. I fucking hate my period.
I hate optimists & I really fucking hate pessimists. I hate May Gray, June Gloom & whatever the shit they decided to call it all July & August too. I hate sunshine. I hate biting my nails. I hate trying to quit biting my nails.
I hate work, but I hate those days off where there's nothing to do.
I hate girls who giggle all the time. I hate flossing my teeth & I hate needing a haircut.
I hate feeling like the only reason people like me is because I will clown for their amusement. I hate not clowning. I hate hangovers, hangnails & hanging chads.
I hate counting up how many boys I've kissed & comparing. I hate everyone from high school who I haven't made an effort to keep in contact with. I hate people who want to get me high for the first time so they can laugh at me when I'm baked. I hate prank calls, open relationships & low-carb anything. I hate bitches & their masters.
I hate how I feel when my hormones are raging. I hate when my phone rings & it's not who I wanted. I hate when bad things happen that are nobody's fault. I hate when bad things happen that are. I hate moral gray areas. I hate still living in the same house I've lived in my whole life.
I can't wait to get away.
<3
Megan