Sep 19, 2005 05:30
I'm up because I thought someone was in my room talking. It was some piece of plastic that was under the vent.
I hate school. I don't want to go. I don't want to be there. I don't want to drive there. I don't want to leave my house. I don't want to leave my bed. FUCK.
I want to have plans this weekend. Just so one of these will be interesting. And if someone asks me what I'm doing, I can say, "Oh, I'm sorry, I already have plans. BYE."
Rememberhowisaidiwasn'tgoingtosmokeinmycaragain? I lied.
I think I hate you and it's scary.
One day, I'll have a BFF and a B/F. Until that day................