Fuck the world, let's get high.
HM. I've noticed, I really don't have friends online. Except for Micah. No one really knows me...no one really wants to. I'm cool with that. I'm really cool with that. I love to be concealed. A punk. As if it matters. I mean, define friend then think about those you meet online. Does it fit? Are you sure? Naw. I'm not. I love Micah. He is special...may be 17, but I love him with all my heart and soul. Eric is a friend, how much of one? I'm not positive. I'm confused and distressed right now.
I’m beginning to feel weird around my RPing friends. I’m considering quitting and get rid of AOL. It’s eating me. I feel no emotions but sadness. I’ve found everyone annoying and rude. But most said not a thing. Am I sick? Am I loosing myself like when my father died? When Danielle snapped at me and left for years. Saying she’d be back. I loved her…I still do. She’s my birth mother for God’s sake. I miss my dad. My Heather. My life. And I’m confused to the point of wishing to die in my sleep. I would cry, yet I can’t. It won’t let out. Can anyone help me now? Or is it my end?
Today's Quote:
Le Branc Ichimi: OH HI JORDAN WHAT HAIRY LEGS YOU'VE GOT FOR A BOY WHO'S ONLY 12, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!