i could stay awake just to hear you breathing ...
i've had a private journal for god knows how long ... so i sat here and browsed other people's journals when i came to one conclusion: why write to express yourself when no one is going to look? so here i go. i'm gonna spill my guts out to everyone in this stupud lame ass excuse for a journal. i hate writing things by hand and my handwriting pisses me off. my name is ana, i'm a fucking freshman attending a retarded private prep school in ottawa, il. go me... i like it, no doubt, but i feel like a reject? anyone else get that feeling sometimes? crushing on two guys i'll never have and being pissed off at the one who wants me but i want nothing to do with him. i feel like i'm living in one of those horrible teen storys, about the girl and all she does is complain? the only reason i got a livejournal is because a few of my friend's had one. i wonder if i'll even keep up to date on this one? who knows, it's way late. i'll probably just update tomorrow in study hall when i'm more relaxed and less pissed off and sleepy. g'night world.
love,
analeigh