We're allllllllll onnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I am so tired. Both mentall and physically.
I had no idea it took so much effort to try and be happy when I'm really not.
Jesus, on Tuesday I got home at 2:50, did my homework, and was asleep by 4:00pm. I slept until 9:00 pm, and went back to sleep and ten, sleeping until 6:30am.
Just from the stress of school.
Newmarket High School has one last chance. If it doesn't impress me this week, I'm outta there. I'm gonna transfer to another school. I mean, 3/4 of the kids wear Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister. It creeps me out. I have a few random t-shirts from Old Navy and West 49, and old jeans. I like them...my clothes...but I don't really fit in. Whatever.
Apparently all my issues stem from my parents divorce, or so my mother says. She said I used to be a pretty happy kid. More intoverted and quiet than most, but still happy. I don't remeber being happy from being eight till now. My parents divorced right before I turned eight. Only, I can't remember anything. I remember a few moments, like one time when I didn't want to talk to my mum, when I told her I hated Rob etc., but all the feelings are gone. Apparently I unconciously blocked it out.
I don't wanna be fucked up over something so trivial.
On another note, I found out I went with my mum for her ultrasounds and stuff when she was pregnant with Jorden. And that when he was two weeks old he heard me talk and started looking around for me. So, basically, he recognized me even before our parents. Also, his first word was "sammi" and he first laughed when I was talking to him.
No wonder we're close. Apparently we've always had a close relationship.
Oooh, tomorrow's September 11th, we all know what that is ...MY MUM'S BIRTHDAY! She's turning fourty! And we're taking her out for supper, with her parents and Rob's. It will prove to be interesting.
Well. I'd like to give and and quit trying because nothing comes from it. Padfoot check your comments cause I wanna call you and the details are in the comment. I like to think that we'll pick up where we left off and just talk, which we will probably do, right? I miss you. I miss you alot. Like you said, not in the nostalgic best friends way, I miss your presence. I miss haveing you lay next to me wherever we were.
I'm so tired. I just want to fall asleep and never wake up...
I had no idea it took so much effort to try and be happy when I'm really not.
Jesus, on Tuesday I got home at 2:50, did my homework, and was asleep by 4:00pm. I slept until 9:00 pm, and went back to sleep and ten, sleeping until 6:30am.
Just from the stress of school.
Newmarket High School has one last chance. If it doesn't impress me this week, I'm outta there. I'm gonna transfer to another school. I mean, 3/4 of the kids wear Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister. It creeps me out. I have a few random t-shirts from Old Navy and West 49, and old jeans. I like them...my clothes...but I don't really fit in. Whatever.
Apparently all my issues stem from my parents divorce, or so my mother says. She said I used to be a pretty happy kid. More intoverted and quiet than most, but still happy. I don't remeber being happy from being eight till now. My parents divorced right before I turned eight. Only, I can't remember anything. I remember a few moments, like one time when I didn't want to talk to my mum, when I told her I hated Rob etc., but all the feelings are gone. Apparently I unconciously blocked it out.
I don't wanna be fucked up over something so trivial.
On another note, I found out I went with my mum for her ultrasounds and stuff when she was pregnant with Jorden. And that when he was two weeks old he heard me talk and started looking around for me. So, basically, he recognized me even before our parents. Also, his first word was "sammi" and he first laughed when I was talking to him.
No wonder we're close. Apparently we've always had a close relationship.
Oooh, tomorrow's September 11th, we all know what that is ...MY MUM'S BIRTHDAY! She's turning fourty! And we're taking her out for supper, with her parents and Rob's. It will prove to be interesting.
Well. I'd like to give and and quit trying because nothing comes from it. Padfoot check your comments cause I wanna call you and the details are in the comment. I like to think that we'll pick up where we left off and just talk, which we will probably do, right? I miss you. I miss you alot. Like you said, not in the nostalgic best friends way, I miss your presence. I miss haveing you lay next to me wherever we were.
I'm so tired. I just want to fall asleep and never wake up...