Fuck you =(
wow...haven't updated in forever...I've been so busy latley...I missed talking to chris every night...i just read his journal entries and it seems like he doesn't realize I'm here anymore...like he doesn't care for me...like he lost all interest in me...I wouldn't blame him...
I've gotten to attached to him... I'm starting to think I shouldn't talk to him anymore because everytime I read his entries and I see all this stuff about his girlfriend I get so mad and want to cry but I hold in all my anger and take it out on myself. I don't want to hurt myself anymore...I really don't. I just want to love somebody. Somebody that will love me back...somebody that cares about me...that won't use me...take advantage of me...all that stuff. It's so hard to find the right person. I hate it...why do guys have to be so FUCKING obnoxious all the time?
Whatever.
I'll think about him some more.
Think about how good I had it...
and how bad I fucked it up.
Sometimes I wish I had the perfect life.
Married parents.
Nice house.
A room bigger than a walk-in closet.
Lots of money.
A loyal, normal boyfriend.
GOOD friends.
I guess that's asking for to much.
Even though I've never asked for anything.
I'll be cleaning my room.
Being depressed more than ever before.
Please call chris. :/
The rest of you can slit your throats because I could care less about your pathetic self.
I don't need any of you so called 'friends' anymore.
you just make my life even worse.
-> Michelle <-
I've gotten to attached to him... I'm starting to think I shouldn't talk to him anymore because everytime I read his entries and I see all this stuff about his girlfriend I get so mad and want to cry but I hold in all my anger and take it out on myself. I don't want to hurt myself anymore...I really don't. I just want to love somebody. Somebody that will love me back...somebody that cares about me...that won't use me...take advantage of me...all that stuff. It's so hard to find the right person. I hate it...why do guys have to be so FUCKING obnoxious all the time?
Whatever.
I'll think about him some more.
Think about how good I had it...
and how bad I fucked it up.
Sometimes I wish I had the perfect life.
Married parents.
Nice house.
A room bigger than a walk-in closet.
Lots of money.
A loyal, normal boyfriend.
GOOD friends.
I guess that's asking for to much.
Even though I've never asked for anything.
I'll be cleaning my room.
Being depressed more than ever before.
Please call chris. :/
The rest of you can slit your throats because I could care less about your pathetic self.
I don't need any of you so called 'friends' anymore.
you just make my life even worse.
-> Michelle <-