Lifespan.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother keeping a journal.
Ever since my mom went through my stuff, I haven’t really kept up to date with any of them. LJ or my little piece of crap notebook. But whatever. I’m so lonely over here now. I don’t really have anyone to talk to, except for Gracee and Sean’s t-shirt. Even though that sounds horribly weird. I mean, I can call Sean, Patty, Brittany, etc. But it’s not the same. I keep waiting for Thursday night to come. That way, Friday will pass a lot faster at school, my mom will pick me up, and I get to see my home. I still refer to 1928 Palatka Lane as my home, I don’t even know why. This Saturday I’m even going to see that Johnny Cash movie and Zorro 2 with Sean. And I’m can’t wait to see Patty again. I sound kind of lame some lame little kid, but it’s mainly the only thing I look forward to now. Thursday/the weekends. I don’t like people feeling sorry for me either.
In fact, I HATE that so much. Probably one of the only things that get me upset. That people have pity for me, even though I did so much bad shit in Hayward. I cry a lot, but it’s because of the things I did. And they had consequences. Boo whoo. I’ll come home as soon as I get my shit straightened out. It’s mainly up to me now. FUKKCOPIJE. :]
Ever since my mom went through my stuff, I haven’t really kept up to date with any of them. LJ or my little piece of crap notebook. But whatever. I’m so lonely over here now. I don’t really have anyone to talk to, except for Gracee and Sean’s t-shirt. Even though that sounds horribly weird. I mean, I can call Sean, Patty, Brittany, etc. But it’s not the same. I keep waiting for Thursday night to come. That way, Friday will pass a lot faster at school, my mom will pick me up, and I get to see my home. I still refer to 1928 Palatka Lane as my home, I don’t even know why. This Saturday I’m even going to see that Johnny Cash movie and Zorro 2 with Sean. And I’m can’t wait to see Patty again. I sound kind of lame some lame little kid, but it’s mainly the only thing I look forward to now. Thursday/the weekends. I don’t like people feeling sorry for me either.
In fact, I HATE that so much. Probably one of the only things that get me upset. That people have pity for me, even though I did so much bad shit in Hayward. I cry a lot, but it’s because of the things I did. And they had consequences. Boo whoo. I’ll come home as soon as I get my shit straightened out. It’s mainly up to me now. FUKKCOPIJE. :]