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Aug 17, 2007 22:53

i want to get fucked up. really bad.

today was alright, at least half of it. now i'm alone and dwelling on the fact that i have to be stuck at the beach alone with my mother for a fucking week. dreadful. school in a week; something to look forward to.

i've come to the conclusion that half the population of charlotte hates me and i'm pretty sure that the majority of other places i could possibly migrate to would be home to people who would hate me all the same. i have a total of 10 true friends, if that. if i could have one wish i would wish that my name was wendy and in any moment peter pan would come sweep me off my feet and take me to never land. i never want to grow up, i never want to deal with shit, i just want to dissappear, forever.

have you ever wondered how long it would take before people realized you were dead if you die alone? i think about it all the time. and who would really miss you?

but my life isn't bad, i've seen worse. and anyways, when you can't deal, you can always get too fucked up to care. at least that will solve the problem for a hot minute. so what's there to complain about in the long run...?
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