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alright well this is a quick entry regarding im leaving soon. well im rather happy in this point in my life. a lot of people dont like me right now, but oddly enough im okay with it. i have sum real swell friends, especially kristine and grant. i consider those fockers family. ive been hangin out with colleen lately, of which i ADORE. n of course sarah too. i love her so much, like i dont think ive ever known anyone whos ever cared so much<3 if it wasnt for her i think id be in deep shit. yeah i have a few WICKED shitty friends. but its okay bc in the end they will be miserable.
well ive been working at papa ginos in burlington. interesting place. ive met sum nice people while working there, and sum not so interesting people.
speaking of interesting people, i love erin, regardless what sum people say. people who dont like me hangin out with her, can fuck themselves in the ass. seriously. i have no problem pounding sum faces in for erin. :-)
well to add to my swell mood, im listening to bob marley in this 90 degree weather. i went out to breakfast with megan this morning at like 8 and i have no clue why. i should sleep sumtime. the food was gross, but megans an extraordinary child. we came back to my house and attempted to study french but we failed.
yeah, i figure ill bring up my problems to interupt my good mood. yeah my family shit situation got worse. may b ill go shoot up, eh? parents are offically divorced now after 2 years of hell. my dad has full custody of us children, but my mom gets everything? it makes no sense. i fucking hate society and the court system. what ever happened to ethics?
but yeah my mother... i hate her. i know a lot of teenagers say they hate their parents.. but i believe my relationship with my mom mite be different. there is none. i refuse to talk to her. what the fuck. im not even guna get started on this shit bc if i do then i mite flip the fuck out.
im supposed to do therapy bc the court thinks im fukked in the head n i need medication. they can fuck themselves. i dont wanna do therapy.. so i can talk about my shitty life n just get upset? theres no point. i say i skip therapy n smoke a blunt instead. theres my medication. whatever makes me happy right? talking about things dont make it any better, for me anyways. n yeah the drug thing. sum may think im an "addict". um okay. i dont believe i am. i can go without drugs, i just have a reason to yet. n im not doing shit to "make my problems go away". i do it bc it makes me feel healthy bc im too far gone. if that makes any sense i dunno? well im hardly ever online bc im hardly ever home, so this journal is a summary of my current feelings i suppose?
adios
well ive been working at papa ginos in burlington. interesting place. ive met sum nice people while working there, and sum not so interesting people.
speaking of interesting people, i love erin, regardless what sum people say. people who dont like me hangin out with her, can fuck themselves in the ass. seriously. i have no problem pounding sum faces in for erin. :-)
well to add to my swell mood, im listening to bob marley in this 90 degree weather. i went out to breakfast with megan this morning at like 8 and i have no clue why. i should sleep sumtime. the food was gross, but megans an extraordinary child. we came back to my house and attempted to study french but we failed.
yeah, i figure ill bring up my problems to interupt my good mood. yeah my family shit situation got worse. may b ill go shoot up, eh? parents are offically divorced now after 2 years of hell. my dad has full custody of us children, but my mom gets everything? it makes no sense. i fucking hate society and the court system. what ever happened to ethics?
but yeah my mother... i hate her. i know a lot of teenagers say they hate their parents.. but i believe my relationship with my mom mite be different. there is none. i refuse to talk to her. what the fuck. im not even guna get started on this shit bc if i do then i mite flip the fuck out.
im supposed to do therapy bc the court thinks im fukked in the head n i need medication. they can fuck themselves. i dont wanna do therapy.. so i can talk about my shitty life n just get upset? theres no point. i say i skip therapy n smoke a blunt instead. theres my medication. whatever makes me happy right? talking about things dont make it any better, for me anyways. n yeah the drug thing. sum may think im an "addict". um okay. i dont believe i am. i can go without drugs, i just have a reason to yet. n im not doing shit to "make my problems go away". i do it bc it makes me feel healthy bc im too far gone. if that makes any sense i dunno? well im hardly ever online bc im hardly ever home, so this journal is a summary of my current feelings i suppose?
adios