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i am a very strange person inside. i just made a good sandwich, but now i am sitting here and it is useless. i dislike being here at my aunt's...i hate having to talk to people. these people are not content with just being there...you know, like parents are suppossed to. theyre suppossed to tell you what to do and get angry at you and make you do your homework. but these people talk to me, too, and are constantly asking me how im feeling, and they expect and answer, too, and they want to have indepth conversation about my pscholigical well being and its like FUCK DONT TALK TO ME. i just want to sit and be anonymous. and i have to be good, too, because theyre my parents. so all i can do is sleep. i sleep and sleep and sleep. im constantly feeling drepessed and unfulfilled....kinda like there isnt a future.
im going to be in so much trouble when my parents get home....fanfreakingtastic. i need to paint, but my paints are with ryan. i need to run, but theyll question me about how im feeling first. i need to not care, but that has never worked before. i need....ah....i cant tell you that one.
im going to be in so much trouble when my parents get home....fanfreakingtastic. i need to paint, but my paints are with ryan. i need to run, but theyll question me about how im feeling first. i need to not care, but that has never worked before. i need....ah....i cant tell you that one.