Is the first thing you noticed about me when you met me my rack?

Because lots of people are saying yes.

And that saddens me.

MY EARS FUCKING HURT.

Dear Mr. Stec ( Read more... )

LIVEJOURNAL FUCKING BLOWS.

I always write really long journal entries. And then decide I really don't feel like posting those. So I delete them. And then... I don't update for like a month.

I FUCKING HATE MYSELF. I SUCK AT LIFE. I HAVE A SHITLOAD OF WORK DUE FOR MR. STEC TOMORROW. AND I GRABBED MY CHEMISTRY FOLDER INSTEAD OF MY HISTORY FOLDER. I HAVE NOTHING WITH ME. I AM NEVER GOING TO HAVE TIME TO FINISH. I AM SO FUCKED, I COULD JUST CRY. WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH ME? WHY WOULD I EVER GET 2 BLUE FOLDERS? AM I AN IDIOT?

I hate my new classes. I hate gym. I hate science. I hate history. And I hate my SRE. I hate that its going to get really hot, really soon, and that all of my classes are going to be on fire.

I hate school. Period. End of story.

edit:: The reason my subject has no punctuation is because the only way to make it fit and to make it italic ( Read more... )

Time to post some lyrics, because I haven't in a minute. So here's some LitLook around and see who's watching ( Read more... )

I am at one of those points where I am so tired of my life. I just want a big, drastic change... before I flip my shit and jump out of a window.

I cannot wait until I move out. And can do whatever I want whenever I want. And life will be good.