whos ready to here me complain?!
I fucking love how I'm hated so much by the school. I just fucking love it. I love how my fucking friends care so fucking much. (applies to some of you).
I also love it how I've done nothing to these fucking people and they just hate me. Like seriously. I've never started a fight with any of them. I've never spread rumors about them. I DON'T EVEN FUCKING TALK TO THEM and they just hate me.
Its so fucking stupid. I could have so much to fucking offer them. I could hold all their little dirty secrets. But they don't give me a fucking chance.
I try so so so hard. But no one notices. No one ever does.
I got home from school around... 4. But My bus dropped me off at the kent schools.
I sat on the ground and cried.
Today was terrible. I don't know what about it was so terrible. I can't put my finger on it. But it sucked. I just wanted to be alone. I just wanted to lay down and have some one step on me. Just keep stepping on me until I couldn't breathe.
As long as I have music I'm never really alone. I could sit in my room for days with a CD and a stereo. I would cry. I would smile. I would sing. I would laugh. I would dance. I would think.
I guess this is how life will always be. I'll be with these people for the next 4 years. So might as well get used to being hated.
Jess
I also love it how I've done nothing to these fucking people and they just hate me. Like seriously. I've never started a fight with any of them. I've never spread rumors about them. I DON'T EVEN FUCKING TALK TO THEM and they just hate me.
Its so fucking stupid. I could have so much to fucking offer them. I could hold all their little dirty secrets. But they don't give me a fucking chance.
I try so so so hard. But no one notices. No one ever does.
I got home from school around... 4. But My bus dropped me off at the kent schools.
I sat on the ground and cried.
Today was terrible. I don't know what about it was so terrible. I can't put my finger on it. But it sucked. I just wanted to be alone. I just wanted to lay down and have some one step on me. Just keep stepping on me until I couldn't breathe.
As long as I have music I'm never really alone. I could sit in my room for days with a CD and a stereo. I would cry. I would smile. I would sing. I would laugh. I would dance. I would think.
I guess this is how life will always be. I'll be with these people for the next 4 years. So might as well get used to being hated.
Jess