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I hate this.. I haven't talked to Maria since I left Virginia like 2 months ago. and I lost my love's number because some jackass stole my phone. fucking homo jack ass phone stealer. (in this sentence my lover's name is Maria)
I love how people lie to me. to my face or not. it's wonderful simply wonderful
I don't know what's going on anymore everything seems like I'm spinning in circles trying to grip anything from falling. Everyone seems to be liars nowadays.. oh wait.. that's right, I'm in highschool. huh. that's why... why am I so blind and stupid? oh yea. cause I can't see what's in front of my face. MOTHER FUCKER is my favorite phrase. I love last Saturday. it let me relieze who my friends really are in a crisis minus Jimmy cause he decided to be a jackass.. no wait.. he's always a jackass .. he's added back. anyway.. I want to have a way with words so that I can have all my feelings in ink jotted down on paper. but I can't do that cause I'm not smart. I'm getting better. but I'm not even close to far from it. I hate this. I'm sorry I'm complaining, if it annoys you. I'm actually not sorry. just dont bug me about it.. cause for the millionth time... it's my journal I can't write whatever I want and not give a flying fuck.
I'm buying Sam Russo a douche bag for the fun of it for her birthday...uh.. whenever that is.
I used to be in love with the colors of just your font and letters you formed into words, when we first met through crazy conciquences (sp.) but all I want to know now is..
If you don't like me anymore JUST FUCKING TELL ME! (This was the color of your words... and now it's this I believe)
Just tell me we can still be friends. <3