Monday, April 25, 2011

Nevermore.

I wish that I would have told you that I love you like two weeks ago because then I wouldn't have to feel this way.
If I would have told you then you would have rejected me already and I at least would be recovering from that right now rather than laying here being extremely sad about the whole thing.

Gah. I would describe my feelings on here but it's just pointless.
I love you, too bad you won't feel the same back ever again. BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Eternal.

I hate today.
I really don't like this vacation.
Minus a few little things, this has been a terrible vacation.
Fuck being a wimp and a weakling.
I shouldn't even try anymore. BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop

Monday, April 4, 2011

You're Eating My Mind.

I miss you so much. I really need to shut up about it but ugh. I hate this so much, this feels like last summer all over again and it's sickning. I need to stop being such a bitch. Shutting up would be a good thing to do right now, although I feel that pretty soon I am going to just explode and ruining everything even if there is nothing left to ruin.
Fuck this.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

I Thought You Were Perfect.

I barely write in this anymore and I feel bad about it.
I feel for the two people who read this I'm letting them down so here we go, Ima try to write in this more.
I'm spending another weekend alone because no one wants to see me.
I want to go to the park that's down the street from my house but no one wants to go with me.
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Friday, April 1, 2011

I'm Going To Put Words Here, And You Can Read Them If You Want.

My throat hurts.
I'm tired.
I feel sick.
And damn do I miss you
I miss you a lot, but to be honest that doesn't really matter. Or at least that's what I tell everyone. I don't like to tell anybody anything anymore because to me everything I go through seems really stupid.
When ever I talk to any of my good friends at CATA or the remaning ones I have from the High school I don't tell them anythiing about my problems really. I mainly just ask what theres are.
Even on tumblr I don't really post a lot of my problems. I just keep everything to myself although from time to time I will actually tell my friends something but to be honest it's never the entire thing. Usually i'll just drop a hint or i'll give only a small part of it.
I guess I just really don't like telling people any of my problems because most of them are really stupid, sometimes it's just the same things over and over again and a lot of the time it's just really typical teenager shit so I keep it to myself since no one needs to hear the same thing for the billionth time in a row.
Man, I miss you.
I'm gonna go back to just sitting on tumblr.
fuck this.