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My camera broke...again
WHAT THE FUCK.
I'm sort of pissed.
I'm not living at my house right now.
For all those who are wondering why, let me save you from having to actually approach me to ask, and explain.
My mother told me she was going to find me somewhere else to live because she "can't handle" me anymore.
She never actually opened the door and said LEAVE NOW, but I decided I'd rather not live in some group home with drug addicts and, like, other people who generally scare me. So I'm at Leah's for the time being.
I had an amazing conversation with a friend of mine today.
While talking to her, I realized that I'm so sick of taking shit from people who think they're "supreme" just because other people are scared of them.
We're all human, so why does it matter what one person looks like or how he or she dresses?
Why should anyone be "afraid" of someone else because she could ruin a "reputation"? or whatever.
I'm sick of caring.
My life is so crazy and exciting and interesting right now and I don't need to worry about someone's preconceived idea of who I am and how I'm living.
That didn't really make sense, but I don't care.
My nose itches.
Metaphysical Blasphemy was fun.
A little emotional for like a few minutes
but I was quite happy with it.
and I enjoy reading my poems.
There is a lot of talent in our school.
WHAT THE FUCK.
I'm sort of pissed.
I'm not living at my house right now.
For all those who are wondering why, let me save you from having to actually approach me to ask, and explain.
My mother told me she was going to find me somewhere else to live because she "can't handle" me anymore.
She never actually opened the door and said LEAVE NOW, but I decided I'd rather not live in some group home with drug addicts and, like, other people who generally scare me. So I'm at Leah's for the time being.
I had an amazing conversation with a friend of mine today.
While talking to her, I realized that I'm so sick of taking shit from people who think they're "supreme" just because other people are scared of them.
We're all human, so why does it matter what one person looks like or how he or she dresses?
Why should anyone be "afraid" of someone else because she could ruin a "reputation"? or whatever.
I'm sick of caring.
My life is so crazy and exciting and interesting right now and I don't need to worry about someone's preconceived idea of who I am and how I'm living.
That didn't really make sense, but I don't care.
My nose itches.
Metaphysical Blasphemy was fun.
A little emotional for like a few minutes
but I was quite happy with it.
and I enjoy reading my poems.
There is a lot of talent in our school.