Monday, March 6, 2006

yea, sorry morbo, bout theses posts never making sense. i guess i just try and say what on my mind, and usually, that alone already no making sense. i'll try to be better.
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i think i've actually made a decision. i've accepted it at least. i think it will work. if not, well then ther is another mistake made on my part. i think i am simply not made for this!!!
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Saturday, March 4, 2006

wow
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Friday, March 3, 2006

i don't know what to say...
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Thursday, March 2, 2006

it hurts to love you the way i do, then look at you, listen to you and realize how much you don't care...
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Wednesday, March 1, 2006

i having wonderful day up to now^^of course i have been awake only about an hour. i doubt i will be this happy once i get home. but at least at school for now, i will be happy.

i had an ......odd.....day yesterday. was kinda hurt most of the day. not physically, but just...well, whatever. i'm just a little messed up, that's all. i'm getting more and more scared lately. and i keep getting angry at being told what to do. not that that's anything new, but i never thought i would hear it from them. my parents, duhh, my brother maybe, but not them. whatever. i know my place and i will keep reminding myself. i will not yeild.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

fuck you.
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Monday, February 27, 2006

i suppose i had it coming. it my own fault. what else is my mother to think that i am going to fuck every guy i know? i mean, i am a whore right? wait, or was it slut? i don't remeber. i mean, ofcourse i don't. some stupid dumbass slut like me wouldn't. whatever. she can call me whatever she wants. most of it is probably true. ugly little bitch? dumbass slut? useless whore? fucked-up loser? i've heard it all. it doesn't fucking matter anymore. i don't need anyone to tell me what i am. i already know all that shit, so stop repeting it!
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i'm sorry. i am not allowed to see you, and i don't want to lie anymore. i can't lie anymore. it hurts too much. you probably think i am lying when i say this, i can't blame you for thniking so, but i would do anything for you. i still don't know if u really want me to sneek out and lie again. i can never tell with you. when i do, you become depressed and say it's your fault i get in trouble. when i don't, you ask me to go see you again. i'm sorry. i wish i knew what to do. if you really want me to come see you and lie again, then i will, if it will make you happy. Just tell me what to do...i don't know what to do...
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