wow...cant believe ive actually come back
i used to think time really din mattr. but now i suddenly feel i hav too little time left. i hav so much more to do but so little time. ive got almost nothing. sumtimez i think i work myself too hard. to the point where i actually wanna cry..heh soundz crackheaded. i long everyday just to get tha extra hour o sleep in my bed, to cuddle up and doze off for hourz straight...but everytime i do i nevr finish my fuckin hw and it haunts me all ovr again when im in school
sumtimes i think, if i din change it eighth grade, if i just slacked off, would i be this miserable? well not miserable, not like i wanna slit my throat and watch my blood drip continuously in the mirror until my skin becumz discolored and i die little by little until i cant stand it anymore and i go and jump off a building until my face smackz the ground and my head bursts and rips. mayb i wouldnt hav had such a hard time with school and i wouldnt be surrounded by bitchez. senseless assholez tha make me wanna smack the living sht outta them. well, mayb not tha bad. i tend to exaggerate cuz o my boredom. i think staying outside o my house for 14 hrz really messed me up.
mayb i should miss a hw or two, just so tha i can relax. then again my guiltiness cumz biting my ass everytime.mayb the old me woulda just let it all go...
my parentz are fixing up my house and making the wood all glazy and the wallz all white. i hate it. i miss my old home. then again i did tell them to fix it up, im to blame. stupid dumbass. i hate change. i waz catching up on xanga entriez and i waz reading sum from a person. it waz odd how much they change...we dun evn talk anymore. havent seen the person in such a long time, good timez we had, good timez.
itz alwayz bettr to hav one or two great best friendz who u can count on, rathr than a group of friendz who dont mean much at all.
this iz really long, i doubt any o u would read it...then again i havent written in a long time i bet u guyz dun evn cum here anymore. |