im tired of fighting
where did i go? i knew me. i liked me. i hate school.
i hate losing myself under the hours of homework and the unhappiness and the stupid petty drama. i hate having to look forward to happy times, instead of being emersed in them. i hate that they are so few and far between. i HATE that this journal is a pit to throw my sorry self-pitying self into, a trap for all you unsuspecting, devoted readers (i mock) to get caught in. you have to put up with all of this bullshit i toss on to you, when in truth i am just bored out of my mind, unsatisied with my life, with the weather, with the fact that i have started to feel so completelly alone. im sorry i put you through this.
i need to get away. no, i dont know what i need. i dont know what i want. i have become incapable of making decisions. and on top of that- completelly wrapped up in myself, just look at this entry. im not going to bother counting, but it says "I" a lot.
pitifully,
lynda.
There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy; nobody cares
Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause
i hate losing myself under the hours of homework and the unhappiness and the stupid petty drama. i hate having to look forward to happy times, instead of being emersed in them. i hate that they are so few and far between. i HATE that this journal is a pit to throw my sorry self-pitying self into, a trap for all you unsuspecting, devoted readers (i mock) to get caught in. you have to put up with all of this bullshit i toss on to you, when in truth i am just bored out of my mind, unsatisied with my life, with the weather, with the fact that i have started to feel so completelly alone. im sorry i put you through this.
i need to get away. no, i dont know what i need. i dont know what i want. i have become incapable of making decisions. and on top of that- completelly wrapped up in myself, just look at this entry. im not going to bother counting, but it says "I" a lot.
pitifully,
lynda.
There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy; nobody cares
Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause