Mar 27, 2005 08:01
Keh,
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here.
Bed is more comfortable then this damn chair, and the one in the car. Never mind the one in the pew. Can't we just leave me here for the service? No, of course not, Dad's preaching >.O...I can't freakin' sing in choir. I only have my brother to sit next to, and--and--I don't want to go. -.-
-Kicks the wall- I hate it. e.e; I knew this day would turn out shitty, I knew it weeeeell. Ever since last night, with the badness and the feelings and the SQUIRREL. e.e
Viiii-kuuuunnnnn -Smacks his sleeping/driving arse- ;-; You--Nah, yer not mean, you're just busy for once. =o; ...-Waits for 8:15.
MOMMY. e.e; I ... -refuses to watch GetBackers.- ..don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go.
I feel like shit...Obviously no one can understand that much, can they? I'm just basically pondering what to write in this journal entry other then repetitious crap...Uh, how 'bout...
OhmygodIdon'twannabehereidon'twannabehereIdon'twannabehereI'dratherbeinbedsnuggledundermycoversandsnoozin'butit'seastersoihaveto
CELEBRATE! e.e;
-Killssssss-
-Hugs plush- I...are gonna write for Blackout now. v.v; -Sniff, wave-