Mar 22, 2003 17:20
I am like I am but I don't know who I am.
My mom read my offline journal. She found out billions of lies and she found out about my drug addiction. It wasn't my fault that I went on this way. I just started hanging out with the wrong people and now I see who my true friends are. I don't wanna die. I'll live. Ill survive and oh I have so many more friends. True friends. Friends who care. Friends who won't think only in theirselfs.