1-15-11

Sunshine. There ain't a thing that you can do that going to ruin my night.

I'm going to forget.
Everything.
Everyone.
For just ONE night.

I'll make it mine again.

Long paragraph form of what's on my mind:
The hilarious things people say and do. My dad says I don't eat enough. Strangers know me better than my friends do. Sara can burn in hell. Better yet, a mosh pit. They can burn her and crucify her. Give her a Chelsea grin and torture her. I hate her. Not like anyone will ever understand. As much as they pretend to understand. They never will. They can stop pretending. Because I'm stopping too. If I don't think your problem is something to cry over I will tell you to shut up and grow up. People are dying and we're worried about a bad hair day. Grow. Up. We're not even getting a fraction of what we'll have to suffer later on in life. Whatever I guess.
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I'm not fat honey, I'm skinny as hell.

Yes I cut myself. Got a problem? Go away.

I drink sometimes. But I hate it.

I'm getting so angry these days. Say the wrong thing and I swear to god I will blow your head off.

My "mom" can go die. Interested in why? To damn bad. If you were a real friend you'd understand why.

You wanna hang out with me? Stand in line. Nobody comes to my house anymore. Yes Brenda. You know why.

Oh. BIG ONE. If you're from school- Gtfo. Theres a reason why only 3 people know about this. Don't check this at school.

I don't know anymore. I lost myself down this road and they don't care.

I'll be walking home a lot. So I can go chill at the suicide rope. It'll be my special place now. But of course, I need to find another one since people know about it.

Strangers. Friends. Moms. Dads. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. Enemies. Lovers. Psychiatrist. White rooms. Secret dreams. Painful urges. I don't know.

I'm doing and saying all the wrong things. I could care less..