ugh.
so it's been almost 2 years since i've written in this. and i'm not completely sure why i'm writing in it right now. but i am, so idk. alot's happened in the past 2 years. alot of bad, not alot of good. i looked back at all the entries previous to this one and i just stopped and though, "wow.. i fucking suck at life." i'm immature. i thought so many things that were wrong. i assumed the worst out of things. i was a fucking baby and complained about everything and things that didn't even matter. i was distraught about boys that i haven't even thought about until i read their names in my journal entries. the people that were in my life 2 years ago and the people that are in my life now aren't the same people. the people that i thought were my best friends turned out to be not. i've lost most of them because they betrayed me or i betrayed them.