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xo.
Anything worth fighting for doesn't come for free.
I JUST WANT TO SLEEP IN MY OWN FUCKING BED.
Gaaahh, Its 2:30am, And i STILL am not sleeping, Because the bed here is not nearly as good as mine, and i miss my bed, and i miss my ipod dock, and i miss my stupid ugly cabbage patch kid. I feel like the weekend is the only time i am in a good mood, because during the week i don't see enough of my friends and were not even at our house right now and booo :(
On the good side, Tomorrow it should all be fixed, and i have decided again, for maybe the 20th time this summer to get a job.. I just don't even have the energy to deal with people for that long, i have been strange. What i really didn't like was the "I can see right through you" comment. And i just remembered it, and Wild berry is probably the worst flavor, and i don't want to still be doing school because seriously, its been so long and i just keep putting it off and not sleeping and drinking. Summer is almost over, Im going to buckle down -- probably. Stress looks so bad on me -- you kno?
Gaaahh, Its 2:30am, And i STILL am not sleeping, Because the bed here is not nearly as good as mine, and i miss my bed, and i miss my ipod dock, and i miss my stupid ugly cabbage patch kid. I feel like the weekend is the only time i am in a good mood, because during the week i don't see enough of my friends and were not even at our house right now and booo :(
On the good side, Tomorrow it should all be fixed, and i have decided again, for maybe the 20th time this summer to get a job.. I just don't even have the energy to deal with people for that long, i have been strange. What i really didn't like was the "I can see right through you" comment. And i just remembered it, and Wild berry is probably the worst flavor, and i don't want to still be doing school because seriously, its been so long and i just keep putting it off and not sleeping and drinking. Summer is almost over, Im going to buckle down -- probably. Stress looks so bad on me -- you kno?
Its not under my skin because i dug it out
Last night kathleen, Charles, Kyle H and I went too see my step dads band play, which was fine. We went to the bar, which was not. Then we came home, Which also wasn't okay. I woke up in the worst mood, I wish i was hanging out with my mom and sister SO badly right now.
stress
stress
stress
stress
stress
stress
You say the strangest things to me sometimes, you know that right?
No mean's that i need to try harder to win your affection doesn't it?"
Fuck em if they can't take a joke right?
Constantly in love..
Kathleen and i just went to see Inglorious Bastards, Another 10/10 movie by QT.
Real Life > Teenage girl brain.
Do you get that?
Do you understand how hard it is to think about things that really matter when you have the mind of a 19 year old girl? Its ridiculous, absolutely retarded. I feel stupid for admitting that, I know i sound like an idiot.
Everything you do/say/are, That's what i think about sometimes. I think about your hands, that smile right before you laugh. I think about the bruises on my legs, and where they may have come from. When i got hit by a car and couldn't move, When we got followed back from airdrie by that scary dude tailing us flashing his lights. I think about that time i got wasted, told you i hated you, watched the sun come up by myself and i cried, hah. I think getting stabbed probably feels similar to finding out things you don't want to know, because i lose my breathe, get light headed and feel complete betrayal. And i think about the first time i thought i was in love, and how i didn't understand how i had gotten so crazy. I think about how if i die in my sleep tonight, I won't get to say al the things im waiting for the right moment to say. And then i think that there never is a right moment, and im just thinking like a 19 year old girl again. So many people probably don't know the extent of my appreciation.. I think about everything i gave up, and why at the time/now i felt it necessary. And i don't know how i feel then. Pretty tired and alone i guess.
Kathleen and i just went to see Inglorious Bastards, Another 10/10 movie by QT.
Real Life > Teenage girl brain.
Do you get that?
Do you understand how hard it is to think about things that really matter when you have the mind of a 19 year old girl? Its ridiculous, absolutely retarded. I feel stupid for admitting that, I know i sound like an idiot.
Everything you do/say/are, That's what i think about sometimes. I think about your hands, that smile right before you laugh. I think about the bruises on my legs, and where they may have come from. When i got hit by a car and couldn't move, When we got followed back from airdrie by that scary dude tailing us flashing his lights. I think about that time i got wasted, told you i hated you, watched the sun come up by myself and i cried, hah. I think getting stabbed probably feels similar to finding out things you don't want to know, because i lose my breathe, get light headed and feel complete betrayal. And i think about the first time i thought i was in love, and how i didn't understand how i had gotten so crazy. I think about how if i die in my sleep tonight, I won't get to say al the things im waiting for the right moment to say. And then i think that there never is a right moment, and im just thinking like a 19 year old girl again. So many people probably don't know the extent of my appreciation.. I think about everything i gave up, and why at the time/now i felt it necessary. And i don't know how i feel then. Pretty tired and alone i guess.
the zombie apocalypse is coming...
I just had the worst zombie dream, and it felt SO long, and i remember all of it so clearly. Jesus.
On a roof with kathleen, really high up, kathleen slips, they get her show, she decideds zombies don't matter, Kathleen leaves to go eat thanksgiving dinner, even though come on kathleen, as if anyone is making dinner -- I get on a ctrain with other people who are scared, Some man changes, I break window and jump and for some reason there is a huge mountain hill and i tumble down it, and then its chill for a bit, and then they come again, AND THEN MY BROTHERS ARE ZOMBIES AND TRY TO KILL ME. Jesus.
Does anyone else else care?
I care..
So spooky.
On a roof with kathleen, really high up, kathleen slips, they get her show, she decideds zombies don't matter, Kathleen leaves to go eat thanksgiving dinner, even though come on kathleen, as if anyone is making dinner -- I get on a ctrain with other people who are scared, Some man changes, I break window and jump and for some reason there is a huge mountain hill and i tumble down it, and then its chill for a bit, and then they come again, AND THEN MY BROTHERS ARE ZOMBIES AND TRY TO KILL ME. Jesus.
Does anyone else else care?
I care..
So spooky.
What good am I to anyone like this? It's been a hard couple months I'll admit
I have been feeling blue, I just need my space, I just need my space, I just need my space. Enough you and I, I hoped i would find what i was looking for out here but its just empty space, a few trees.. Some things never seem to go my way. I don't even know why my skin is still crawling anymore.
i just smoked and watched you burn
Kathleen and i have gotten our self in to yet another mess -- But we always clean it up so trying to keep my cool right now. At least im not doing this alone right?!
Were going to go to cowboys now, What the fuck is going on with my life.
Were going to go to cowboys now, What the fuck is going on with my life.
Everything lost, Everything gained.
I hate this phone, all it does is serve to drive a wedge between you and I. Sometimes just hanging up seems right, but I always hate to say goodbye. And maybe I’m no good, but maybe just this time I hope I can get this right. Sometimes when it seems that distance is the only thing that we share, I hope I can get this right. My favorite songs are narrating the feelings I hate to have and I hate to sing along. So I can keep reminding myself that those songs are meant for someone else. And maybe I’m no good but maybe just this time I should know that I can get this right. Off the street she just came in, wearing your same expensive shoes. So I will imagine that I’m not here alone, but with you. No, here I am, just me and tea and empty chairs
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