okay. you don't care but an update on my life.
PARENTS UPDATE++ hate hate hate. seriously. i can't believe what bitches they can be. they don't know a thing about me. they don't care to know a thing about me in the first place. they're all too busy caring for those assholes i have to associate with called siblings.
MARK UPDATE++ Okay, if you really read my journal, you notice that a few entries back...in NOVEMBER my god....i was asked out by mark, some cool dude at my uncool school. we've been going strong since then. i guess it's wrong to have doubts first off. bad first impressions are wrong. just because he's obviously more popular than me...and god forbid, more 'hardcore'...but anyway, we've been out a few times, and made out a few times. i think he's okay. just okay, for now. we'll see if it lasts a couple more months.
FRIENDS UPDATE++ forget friends. they suck. this coming from an antisocial freak that doesn't care for friends in the first place. elle, you are my only friend i can call "real" and "true". trisha, lindsay, bryana, and marie...sure i talk to you online, but i've never met any of you. i'm sorry. and billy, you're my cousin and lindsay's online boyfriend. yes. good. christine, you bitch; you are NOT NOT NOT my friend. at all. don't even pretend to associate with me, you're just a fucking poser.
SCHOOL UPDATE+++ Last progress report: One A, three B's, and a D. Do i care? i think not. fuck it all.
SO-CALLED "DEPRESSION" UPDATE++ why must i talk about this in the first place? i don't get it. i'm not depressed, i'm way beyond depressed. more like totally drained of emotion. but if you want to know, seriously, the counselor my parents are making me see wouldn't know depression if it was hitting her over the head. she talks too much about "self mutilation". fuck, i do that all the time, but am i going to tell her? --screams-- NOOOOOOO! why should she just bust in on my private life? once i lock myself in my room, i can do whatever i want. sure, i'm in eighth grade, and my parents still have quite the control over me, but there is certainly a time and place where you can be alone and in control of your own decisions, right? right. razors....safety pins....knives....of course, I should have added these sweeties to my list of special friends. i'll never forget you guys X.X --- yeah.
well, that's it. if you care at all, you should comment and add me as your "friend". i'll be evil and boring, but too bad. we all need that sometimes, don't we? nod your head "yes".
MARK UPDATE++ Okay, if you really read my journal, you notice that a few entries back...in NOVEMBER my god....i was asked out by mark, some cool dude at my uncool school. we've been going strong since then. i guess it's wrong to have doubts first off. bad first impressions are wrong. just because he's obviously more popular than me...and god forbid, more 'hardcore'...but anyway, we've been out a few times, and made out a few times. i think he's okay. just okay, for now. we'll see if it lasts a couple more months.
FRIENDS UPDATE++ forget friends. they suck. this coming from an antisocial freak that doesn't care for friends in the first place. elle, you are my only friend i can call "real" and "true". trisha, lindsay, bryana, and marie...sure i talk to you online, but i've never met any of you. i'm sorry. and billy, you're my cousin and lindsay's online boyfriend. yes. good. christine, you bitch; you are NOT NOT NOT my friend. at all. don't even pretend to associate with me, you're just a fucking poser.
SCHOOL UPDATE+++ Last progress report: One A, three B's, and a D. Do i care? i think not. fuck it all.
SO-CALLED "DEPRESSION" UPDATE++ why must i talk about this in the first place? i don't get it. i'm not depressed, i'm way beyond depressed. more like totally drained of emotion. but if you want to know, seriously, the counselor my parents are making me see wouldn't know depression if it was hitting her over the head. she talks too much about "self mutilation". fuck, i do that all the time, but am i going to tell her? --screams-- NOOOOOOO! why should she just bust in on my private life? once i lock myself in my room, i can do whatever i want. sure, i'm in eighth grade, and my parents still have quite the control over me, but there is certainly a time and place where you can be alone and in control of your own decisions, right? right. razors....safety pins....knives....of course, I should have added these sweeties to my list of special friends. i'll never forget you guys X.X --- yeah.
well, that's it. if you care at all, you should comment and add me as your "friend". i'll be evil and boring, but too bad. we all need that sometimes, don't we? nod your head "yes".