This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue &my eye through the scope down the barrel of a gun
Yes, this entry isn't friends only. It's fucking public because I guess friends only doesn't mean jack shit right? Holly was right. I make this friends only for a reason and now what's the difference if I made this public for the whole fucking world to see because people are obviously reading it who aren't supposed to. However they're doing it, it's fucked up. If this doesn't apply to you then I guess you can ignore it if you want, but you pretty much know who you are. So, hiiii, how are you doing? Are you enjoying reading about me when you say that you're over it or whatever and you don't give a shit... then why do you spend time reading about what I have to say about my life in my journal? I thought you were fucking over it??? Fuck you. Really. I was trying to be nice and not be a bitch, but no. Fuck that. I don't want to look at you, I don't wanna talk to you, hear your name, hear about you or anything the slightest bit related to you.
So... the rest of my day. It was alright. I had an early dismissal and I asked to leave a few minutes early so I could have time to go to my locker and shit, so I go out to meet my mom and she wasn't there. So I called her from Jesse's phone after school got out, (because I was still there waiting) and she answers all pissed off and I knew she was gonna be mad at me. I got in the car, we fought like fuck and then didn't talk the whole ride to Baltimore and back. She fucking got pissed at nothing, then she wanted an aopligy and got even more pissed because I said I wasn't gonna aoplogize if I didn't do jack shit. After we got to Baltimore we went to see my dad at work and we were in his office and my mom and I were both bitching to him about eachother at the same time and he got fed up and told us to leave. Geez, drama with everyone. I just can't wait to Jackie to get here.