Wednesday, February 16, 2005
heather emmons i fucking hate your comment box thingy. everytime i try to post something it tells me i have the wrong password or some bull, when i know it's right.
- so then i have to get a new account.
i miss kendra.
i miss danielle too. i wrote her a letter today in grammar, because it was pointless to do anything else in there, and my brain didn't want to function on more school work at the end of the day. i dont know if i'm going to give it to her or not.
i'm confused about deedee.
i miss her too; she's with adam.
i just wish she were here loving me right now....thats what i wanted ever since i got home ....
i have too much anxiety and stress right now to be around anyone, i just want to finish digging my little hole and dissappear from everyone....i'm getting closer , i know that.
troy thought i had fulled stopped going to school, it made me happy, because he said if i did he would probably stop going to school too, what a freak. he said if i did, to tell him, so we have some kind of closure. that kid makes me smile at school, he's just like a big ball of light.
i think about not living alot latley. i just want peace. peace at all expenses,
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CALM DOWN.
why do i always have to hurt. why do i always have to do something wrong. i need to figure out how to not make deedee hate me. i need to figure out how to not make her hate me. i hate me. i hate me.
i want to stop worrying i want to die. i want to stop. i want to die. i do. i wish she would kill me. why is love a game to her? why am i a game to her. she doesnt want to see me right now she says. she needs time she says. its always what she says. am i such a fool.
i know you'll win no matter what. so why do i even have to talk.
bury
bury
bury
myself.
A lie and a farce and a fake;
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