It's been a while since I've delved into my psyche via a series of introspective questions LIKE THESE ( Read more... )

I was rereading this crap from earlier this school year and I hate my narration style. God. Get a life. Someone's smoking outside.

i got a letter and dad fucking read it that nosey asshole and i got mad and now he keeps calling me a stupid selfish bitch. fuck you and i told him it's not fair, i don't read his mail and all he said was 'yeah you do'
no, i fucking don't so shut up and stop calling me a dumb bitch. do i look like a dog?

i didn't have any quarters for the bus afterschool so i went around askin people if they had change fo' a dolla. NO ONE had any fucking quarters. it was ridiculous. i asked all these people and even went to ralphs and manhattan bagel, but it was to no avail, and then at quizno's a lady named Susy gave me change for my fucking dollar. imagine that. ( Read more... )

i feel terrible beyond any human recognition.
well
almost

holy shit i never knew how afraid i was to be touched. i felt like crying solely out of fear and when i got home i started vomiting, involuntarily, and i would've screamed if my parents weren't home. it's not just that. oh god i feel so gross and nervous and sick and make it stop ah ack
how do i make it stop
oh god what the hell is wrong with me

today was pretty cool. we didn't run afterschool and i couldn't just go home because of dad, so after standing around talking to mondragon, reza and i met parker at serrania park and .. haha parker, park, ummm anyway ( Read more... )

PS: it's not the same guy. holy shit. i can sleep easy or whatever. but boy was it funny when i thought it was him. i mean he looked familiar enough but ... ahahah... oh how funny. augh.

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one day the house of your youth is gone ( Read more... )