KANOTHERUPDATE.
i hate my classes. all the haters need to suck my non existant penis.
especially sydney from 4th period. she is going to get her X boyfriend on her ass if she insists on saying those things. you obviously care too much and are jealous of something, you dumbfatannoying bitch.
on the other hand...
how about this cynario.
you call ME when YOU want to chill.
i'm done with causing drama that people want me to start cause they know you've been shady.
i'm always calling you.
will that make you happy?
kthx done.
i also don't like that it's always there instead of me, when it's not even with the other it.
whatever. i'm out with the bullshit and in with the real shit.
it's not all about drinking, smoking and fucking like you make it seem [ to me at least].
it's more about personality and who you are, not who you try to be.
and who do you have to thank?
anyways.
taktaketake and then give nothing back.
those fucking pirates need to be hanged.
how about do those "cool" things with some real taste instead of living up to others expectations.
i love how i'm talking to myself like a journals are suppost to be.
it really isn't fair that nice people finish last.
but this really is a world where being yourself is never enough.
fuck this shit. i'm moving farfar away where i won't have to be like them to be cool.
drinking and smoking is all that and a bag of chips, but sorry if i don't think that everyone has to know it for it to be right. sorry if i'm still thinking about how i got myself this far. maybe if we both sat back and watched then there wouldn't be this much drama. from doing our own thing to having to see how other people did it brought our differences amungst us. i liked it where i could be my loser self and laugh randomly when i was high and dance freely when i was drunk and not worry if anyone was watching. i miss just sitting in the house talking about nothing that no one else would care about. i miss knowing that since your best friend was gone perminently that i really did matter. now it's come to 'do they like you?' no. since i am the loser that i am, now i have 'social weirdnesses'. it's not that i don't like hanging out with people, it's that i have to impress them when really they will never care about you as much as i did. now you're like them and i never wanted to be that way. keeping on the downlow and not having to worry if someone is talking shit behind your back is just too much. i guess that is where it comes to where we both brought eachother, and leave eachother. i'm sorry if i don't want it to be that way, but we all need to find our place. do you like having to be a charm to just hang out with them? i really don't think it's worth it and i've proved that to everyone where it comes to talking shit, or just waiting in the car. maybe it's just the weed going to my head, but i'm sorry if i see what this culture is really about. now i come back to leaving, where i don't have to be this way just to keep friends that don't really care about me at all. this also comes back to you, calling me when you want to hang out. not when i want to, cause i'm always the one calling and then feeling unwanted. when otherwise i could go somewhere and just be myself and feel ten times more wanted. i guess that makes me a loser. well, i guess losers have more potential and reason to be someones friend. i'm not saying that i'm right and you're wrong, i'm just telling you where out differences come and where you've chosen to be over me. maybe that makes you the loser. but either way, who cares. i don't. we're not losers, we're just different. fuck the fake people critics, fuck the people who give a fuck about what we do with our lives, fuck the people that have come between us. i guess it's all a question of heart.
don't forget i'm only a phonecall away.
i'm also sorry for making you tear of frustration, but i don't want it just to be ended over really dumb shit. impressing who and what and where and how and why. all i want is to be excepted for who i am. not what i do or how i do it or why i do it. i'm also sorry for calling you a slut, but i don't take it back. it was words of anger of how much you really mean to me. i insisted on saying that you don't care maybe because you chose those people over me. but if that's the way it has to be, so be it.
thank you and goodnight.
theres always a place for you in my heart.
as much as those people tell me differently.
which is also true.
now do you have a reason to care?
heh. woooow k sweetpee.
ENOUGH BS.
on a better or worse note [idk].
someone that is SUPPOST to be there is never there.
it really sucks he has nothing to say to me. another lost cause...?
hopefully see it there one day. that would be nice...?
i really don't know how much more of this i can take. i can't wait for 11th grade. it will all be easier.
i will be able to do what i want, when i want and how i want it. i hate having people judge every move i fucking make without having to fucking hear what they have to say about it. get the fuck out of my life and live yours. jesus.
i really really miss 9th grade. as much as i miss chelsie, it was the best year of my life. enough experience to know what's right, not enough to step back and watch how stupid i really was.
it was awesome cause i didn't give a fuck about what anyone said. and having all the much fun i wanted without someone telling me what's right and what's wrong. k?
all i want this year is to get my old real friends who really care[d] about me back, by yet still doing what i do best. be me. like bre, kd, jamie, sachi, antonio, steven, jun and all them. good days. all i have is people telling me to go this way, that way, do this, do that...AHHHHHHHHHGASKFG. can't i get high without someone asking me OH WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SMOKED, and having to lie. can't i get high without someone laughing at me while i trip out. can't i get drunk without someone evaluating of how much i drank. can't i just live my life in peace. tell me why you care, i mean i like you caring n' all, but godamn. you have a life too. mmhmm.
all i want is for people to do what they want without someone telling them "NO, YES, OKAY, WRONG, RIGHT AND SO ON" kthankyou. it's not that i do care what people say bad shit about me about, but if you do; keep it to yourself cause i don't want to hear anything unless it's something nice. k?
now are you going to live your life the right way?
or maybe if logic isn't right, the wrong way.
whatever. that's up to you. :]
and fuck you if you call me a cavalier.
fuck you too if you hate me for what i believe in.
and fuck you if you judge me by my ways. i didn't ask you to care.
only special people do. but i love you anyways.
haha, maybe i am just a little kindof cavalier. :]
especially sydney from 4th period. she is going to get her X boyfriend on her ass if she insists on saying those things. you obviously care too much and are jealous of something, you dumbfatannoying bitch.
on the other hand...
how about this cynario.
you call ME when YOU want to chill.
i'm done with causing drama that people want me to start cause they know you've been shady.
i'm always calling you.
will that make you happy?
kthx done.
i also don't like that it's always there instead of me, when it's not even with the other it.
whatever. i'm out with the bullshit and in with the real shit.
it's not all about drinking, smoking and fucking like you make it seem [ to me at least].
it's more about personality and who you are, not who you try to be.
and who do you have to thank?
anyways.
taktaketake and then give nothing back.
those fucking pirates need to be hanged.
how about do those "cool" things with some real taste instead of living up to others expectations.
i love how i'm talking to myself like a journals are suppost to be.
it really isn't fair that nice people finish last.
but this really is a world where being yourself is never enough.
fuck this shit. i'm moving farfar away where i won't have to be like them to be cool.
drinking and smoking is all that and a bag of chips, but sorry if i don't think that everyone has to know it for it to be right. sorry if i'm still thinking about how i got myself this far. maybe if we both sat back and watched then there wouldn't be this much drama. from doing our own thing to having to see how other people did it brought our differences amungst us. i liked it where i could be my loser self and laugh randomly when i was high and dance freely when i was drunk and not worry if anyone was watching. i miss just sitting in the house talking about nothing that no one else would care about. i miss knowing that since your best friend was gone perminently that i really did matter. now it's come to 'do they like you?' no. since i am the loser that i am, now i have 'social weirdnesses'. it's not that i don't like hanging out with people, it's that i have to impress them when really they will never care about you as much as i did. now you're like them and i never wanted to be that way. keeping on the downlow and not having to worry if someone is talking shit behind your back is just too much. i guess that is where it comes to where we both brought eachother, and leave eachother. i'm sorry if i don't want it to be that way, but we all need to find our place. do you like having to be a charm to just hang out with them? i really don't think it's worth it and i've proved that to everyone where it comes to talking shit, or just waiting in the car. maybe it's just the weed going to my head, but i'm sorry if i see what this culture is really about. now i come back to leaving, where i don't have to be this way just to keep friends that don't really care about me at all. this also comes back to you, calling me when you want to hang out. not when i want to, cause i'm always the one calling and then feeling unwanted. when otherwise i could go somewhere and just be myself and feel ten times more wanted. i guess that makes me a loser. well, i guess losers have more potential and reason to be someones friend. i'm not saying that i'm right and you're wrong, i'm just telling you where out differences come and where you've chosen to be over me. maybe that makes you the loser. but either way, who cares. i don't. we're not losers, we're just different. fuck the fake people critics, fuck the people who give a fuck about what we do with our lives, fuck the people that have come between us. i guess it's all a question of heart.
don't forget i'm only a phonecall away.
i'm also sorry for making you tear of frustration, but i don't want it just to be ended over really dumb shit. impressing who and what and where and how and why. all i want is to be excepted for who i am. not what i do or how i do it or why i do it. i'm also sorry for calling you a slut, but i don't take it back. it was words of anger of how much you really mean to me. i insisted on saying that you don't care maybe because you chose those people over me. but if that's the way it has to be, so be it.
thank you and goodnight.
theres always a place for you in my heart.
as much as those people tell me differently.
which is also true.
now do you have a reason to care?
heh. woooow k sweetpee.
ENOUGH BS.
on a better or worse note [idk].
someone that is SUPPOST to be there is never there.
it really sucks he has nothing to say to me. another lost cause...?
hopefully see it there one day. that would be nice...?
i really don't know how much more of this i can take. i can't wait for 11th grade. it will all be easier.
i will be able to do what i want, when i want and how i want it. i hate having people judge every move i fucking make without having to fucking hear what they have to say about it. get the fuck out of my life and live yours. jesus.
i really really miss 9th grade. as much as i miss chelsie, it was the best year of my life. enough experience to know what's right, not enough to step back and watch how stupid i really was.
it was awesome cause i didn't give a fuck about what anyone said. and having all the much fun i wanted without someone telling me what's right and what's wrong. k?
all i want this year is to get my old real friends who really care[d] about me back, by yet still doing what i do best. be me. like bre, kd, jamie, sachi, antonio, steven, jun and all them. good days. all i have is people telling me to go this way, that way, do this, do that...AHHHHHHHHHGASKFG. can't i get high without someone asking me OH WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SMOKED, and having to lie. can't i get high without someone laughing at me while i trip out. can't i get drunk without someone evaluating of how much i drank. can't i just live my life in peace. tell me why you care, i mean i like you caring n' all, but godamn. you have a life too. mmhmm.
all i want is for people to do what they want without someone telling them "NO, YES, OKAY, WRONG, RIGHT AND SO ON" kthankyou. it's not that i do care what people say bad shit about me about, but if you do; keep it to yourself cause i don't want to hear anything unless it's something nice. k?
now are you going to live your life the right way?
or maybe if logic isn't right, the wrong way.
whatever. that's up to you. :]
and fuck you if you call me a cavalier.
fuck you too if you hate me for what i believe in.
and fuck you if you judge me by my ways. i didn't ask you to care.
only special people do. but i love you anyways.
haha, maybe i am just a little kindof cavalier. :]