your name sounds like nails to a chalk board.
i'm done.
you have successfully killed my spirit, and everything i ever thought was good about this world.
you three are wonderful people.
My insides want to eat their way through my body. I can feel it.
Or maybe i'm just a little to nervous right now, for my own good.
This is me, not caring about you anymore.
I'll be writting in my friends only journal for now on.
I'll probably end up deleting this one.
Good-Bye to the people I used to hold in high regaurds.
i ♥ you.
or not so much.