I've turned into a dramatic sob story when I find something I strongly dislike. Hah, I'm stopping that right now.

I'm shuttttttting up.

ps i cant wait for school..im going to screw some bitches over!

on the first day of senior year you'll find me wearing plaid bermuda shorts and a shirt that doesn't match. I'll be the one with short hair and with odd makeup. I'll be keeping me to myself, probably emotionless, and awkward.

I might be carrying a sunflower.

i love being barefoot.

the fucking end.

blown out of proportion

Words come out of me like vomit. I pour out what I've put in; however, these last few nights i've just been dry heaving, severely. I'm increasing the input: more words, more people, more moving pictures, more mistakes, more opinions, more bullshit. This more is going to feed my hunger. If I could just eat people, I would. The more xangas I read, the more I realize there is a bigger gap between people who are behind in life and people who are ahead. What a fucking difference. I'd elaborate more, but my intake has been pretty low. Right now I'm filling myself with Hitler's life. Mein Kampf. It's delicious.

how adolescent i act when it comes to feelings and boys, i am terrible. i have an impulse to kiss people who don't feel pretty, hold hands that don't belong to me and say 'i love you' to complete strangers. what a nasty little thing for me to feel and do. i wish i could hold his hands. they are soft and small and my hands want them. there's no committment behind hand holding unless you put it there. i don't care if they don't belong to me; my hands crave something.