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I would have updated on some of these things sooner but digging deep into my bed is just so much easier.
Carl and Midge got back together and decided to go to prom together and everyone told me except for him.
I was royally pissed and I'm still upset with him even though we're talking.
I met some people at CCS prom who I thought were cool at the time, but it turns out they're just your run of the mill boarding school assholes.
Oh well.
I had a kick ass time last night bowling and just riding around. I even got a song dedicated to me - It's called *My Kind of Music* It's by Ray Scott or Scott Ray, I don't remember which - but look it up. All the guys agree it was written about me, lol.
Now today I drove around and then I couldn't pull in right because he wanted me to pull in backwards which I fucking hate doing at our house. It's so much easier to back out of our driveway than into it.
A week ago my favourite pants in the whole wide world got holes in them and they're all falling apart because I've washed and worn them like a million times. And so I've been relying on my second favourite pants and now they just got ripped on that fucking gate we have up for Piper.
How sad is it that these little things can send me so quickly back into depression???
I was so damn depressed this week, even missing half of a class because I just couldn't bring myself to get up out of the hallway and go into the class. I feel like an idiot for that one. I need to learn how to grow up and just deal with all this shit.
But for right now I don't fucking want to. I'm just going to go grab a book and some loud music and bury deep in my comforters - I don't give a crap how hot it is...
Carl and Midge got back together and decided to go to prom together and everyone told me except for him.
I was royally pissed and I'm still upset with him even though we're talking.
I met some people at CCS prom who I thought were cool at the time, but it turns out they're just your run of the mill boarding school assholes.
Oh well.
I had a kick ass time last night bowling and just riding around. I even got a song dedicated to me - It's called *My Kind of Music* It's by Ray Scott or Scott Ray, I don't remember which - but look it up. All the guys agree it was written about me, lol.
Now today I drove around and then I couldn't pull in right because he wanted me to pull in backwards which I fucking hate doing at our house. It's so much easier to back out of our driveway than into it.
A week ago my favourite pants in the whole wide world got holes in them and they're all falling apart because I've washed and worn them like a million times. And so I've been relying on my second favourite pants and now they just got ripped on that fucking gate we have up for Piper.
How sad is it that these little things can send me so quickly back into depression???
I was so damn depressed this week, even missing half of a class because I just couldn't bring myself to get up out of the hallway and go into the class. I feel like an idiot for that one. I need to learn how to grow up and just deal with all this shit.
But for right now I don't fucking want to. I'm just going to go grab a book and some loud music and bury deep in my comforters - I don't give a crap how hot it is...