Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Sorry this one has been deleted. If you haven't already read it then you missed out on a stupid useless confession.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Friends

I don’t give a fucking rat’s ass if I never see any of my friends again. I will just cry myself to sleep for awhile and then go on with my life as I have done in the past.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I've decided that it's the government’s fault that my grandpa died. That and the retard doctors and people who like or support bush in any way.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Boy Crazy

I like a guy a lot. So much that he's pretty much all I can think about. Sadly I have no chance with him since he has a girlfriend and doesn't like me. Life sucks. That’s kind of stupid to say when it’s just a guy, but it does.

Monday, May 23, 2005

I hate being at my mom's house. I feel like I don't belong there. I dread going there so much that I make myself sick. I want to do as my brother did and just not go back there but if I do that it will appear as if I’m stupid and petty like Ethan. He stopped going over to my dad’s because he didn't like my dad’s rules. My reason for wanting to stay at my dad’s all the time is nothing like that, but it something I could never tell my mom. How can you tell someone that you no longer want to live in their house because you don't love them like your suppose to and you can't stand their immaturity and you have always wanted a mom, something they have never been able to be and they just aren't what you want them to be? How can you tell someone that even though they gave birth to you, you don't love them you hate them for everything they've done wrong? I can't forgive her for anything she's ever done. I don't think I can stand even 10 more weeks here.

Monday, May 9, 2005

All I want is to be held in someone’s arms and forget everything. All that is bothering me, all that is wrong and will never be fixed.
All I want is to hear those songs that remind me of when it was just my dad and me. When I didn't care if I had no friends. When I didn't know what stress was. When I didn't worry about paying for college. When I was just my dad’s little hippie.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I lied to you twice, but I'm not sorry. I just can't tell you the truth. It’s not the type of thing I can tell you the truth about. You probably already know I lied to you.
Double standards are for assholes. Think about that one the next time.