no one
Why is this happening to me?
And why did I just spell "happeneding" right?
Even though I didn't just then but I'm to lazy to go back.
LIfe's to short to keep erasing anyway.
But there really are some things.
I'll NEVER understand.
Why, despite of my appearance.
I'm this.
lucky.
You can't judge a book by it's cover?
But what if the cover is ripped and boring.
Ugly.
And the inside is stupid.
The type of story that iliterate's can't read.
Or maybe a story that an illiterate can't write.
Yeah.
The quiet things that NO ONE ever knows.
Anyway.
I need to make a new livejournal so that my accont can stop erasing my old entrys :(
I'll forget them if they dissapear.
Did I ever tell you that I honestly can NOT remember anything, at all, that happened in my 6th and 7th grade.
Just saying.
So again with these choices, I stand.
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals.
And I'm asking myself.
Who DO I want to be?
Do I WANT this?
I'm
sorry
but
what
if
I
already
made
my
desition.
I'm just trying to find myself.
ps - today was funner than I thought it'd be.
I guess it's about actually TRYING new things.
Lindsey is AWESOME
And I changed my mind about Faye and Jimmy. :)
Me and Taylor are friends again, too.
I feel contnet at where I am.
Just not my speech and lack of brain activity.
I need a phychiatrist.
Better yet, I need to talk to Preston.
And with all of this collected negativity
You'd think my inner pessimist would burst out
and at least put a damper in my optimism.
Crying?
Lately, I haven't.
I really thik I need to.
Or maybe I just need a phychiatrist.
Or maybe I just need to be the president.
And why did I just spell "happeneding" right?
Even though I didn't just then but I'm to lazy to go back.
LIfe's to short to keep erasing anyway.
But there really are some things.
I'll NEVER understand.
Why, despite of my appearance.
I'm this.
lucky.
You can't judge a book by it's cover?
But what if the cover is ripped and boring.
Ugly.
And the inside is stupid.
The type of story that iliterate's can't read.
Or maybe a story that an illiterate can't write.
Yeah.
The quiet things that NO ONE ever knows.
Anyway.
I need to make a new livejournal so that my accont can stop erasing my old entrys :(
I'll forget them if they dissapear.
Did I ever tell you that I honestly can NOT remember anything, at all, that happened in my 6th and 7th grade.
Just saying.
So again with these choices, I stand.
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals.
And I'm asking myself.
Who DO I want to be?
Do I WANT this?
I'm
sorry
but
what
if
I
already
made
my
desition.
I'm just trying to find myself.
ps - today was funner than I thought it'd be.
I guess it's about actually TRYING new things.
Lindsey is AWESOME
And I changed my mind about Faye and Jimmy. :)
Me and Taylor are friends again, too.
I feel contnet at where I am.
Just not my speech and lack of brain activity.
I need a phychiatrist.
Better yet, I need to talk to Preston.
And with all of this collected negativity
You'd think my inner pessimist would burst out
and at least put a damper in my optimism.
Crying?
Lately, I haven't.
I really thik I need to.
Or maybe I just need a phychiatrist.
Or maybe I just need to be the president.