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So, I love how the summer has just started and it's already wicked shitty.
So, I have to figure out where I'm going to school next year. No more Bristol Plymouth for me. Wooh. Sure, I hate the school and half the people in it, but it's my SENIOR year. One more fucking year and I'm done. Whatever. I don't even fucking care right now.
I'm so sick of people. Ever known someone that you hated so much that if you even looked at them it would make you want to throw up? Yeah. Well, I know someone like that.
Everyone's telling me all this shit I don't want to be hearing...STFU.
I'm still in love with the person who makes me sick. I know I shouldn't be. I know I can get over it, it's just, I don't know. My self esteem got so shot down, I feel like I'm shit. Or even a bit lower than that. I hate that. I hang on to something I know I shouldn't, and I know I don't want to. I've been asked out by seven different people, just since then. Seven. Holy Crap. And there's nothing I want to do with it, cause I don't feel I'm good enough for anyone, anything anymore. I'm doing anything I can to try and forget about the last 7+ months...deleting phone numbers, screen names, emails, burning pictures, hanging out with as many people as I can to get my mind off shit. Gah, I don't know. It should be better when I don't have to look at him next year.
I hate that I'm a fucking hippocrate.
So, I have to figure out where I'm going to school next year. No more Bristol Plymouth for me. Wooh. Sure, I hate the school and half the people in it, but it's my SENIOR year. One more fucking year and I'm done. Whatever. I don't even fucking care right now.
I'm so sick of people. Ever known someone that you hated so much that if you even looked at them it would make you want to throw up? Yeah. Well, I know someone like that.
Everyone's telling me all this shit I don't want to be hearing...STFU.
I'm still in love with the person who makes me sick. I know I shouldn't be. I know I can get over it, it's just, I don't know. My self esteem got so shot down, I feel like I'm shit. Or even a bit lower than that. I hate that. I hang on to something I know I shouldn't, and I know I don't want to. I've been asked out by seven different people, just since then. Seven. Holy Crap. And there's nothing I want to do with it, cause I don't feel I'm good enough for anyone, anything anymore. I'm doing anything I can to try and forget about the last 7+ months...deleting phone numbers, screen names, emails, burning pictures, hanging out with as many people as I can to get my mind off shit. Gah, I don't know. It should be better when I don't have to look at him next year.
I hate that I'm a fucking hippocrate.