voici mon histoire ..
This is until i get a Journal, until i figure myself out.
10;16 am photoclass.
I cant really remember the last time i wrote in my journal, i think its because every time i look back at things i posted i feel shitty in the end…somtimes
i start to think about how dumb i really was. haha, but i learn…no i dont.
im tired. really fucking tired..and bad back aches. no bueno.
so i will post later bitches, i have some news.
*thinks* i am 100% sure = what ralph said.. long story.
I knew somthing horrible was going to happen to me, when somthing gets good somthing else fucks up. of course, its always been like this for me…im just stuck with shitty luck. So now let insanity begin..mmm. my favorite.
“love”..this thing we call it..it killed me. and its killing him. I dont understand why i fuck up most of the time. Not purposly. my attitude sucks. i really need to change. its not helping anything. damnit i love you.. why cant i get over you? but i dont want to..
…i sorta just jumped into that love thing outta nowhere. im a weirdo…
photoclass. isnt as fun as it seems.. its basically BORING when you dont have a camera of course.. if i had a camera in my hands right now i would be the happiest alive.
bleh lunch time. 10;30 am. Later.
PS smoke isnt good . LMAO.
Stuck in my grandmother for the night and today, its pretty loud here, but I got the backyard to keep my thinking calm and relaxed. Im sitting here, and it almost feels like paradise, the air feels amazing, the animals are calm and walking around. Its almost like a book, instead im the monster, im the evil one who thinks it all away, haha.
I always think about him when im outside and its beautiful out. I think of the way we spent our days together, always.
I think of how it would be like if I just kept my mouth shut, and saved it for the kissing.
That’s seemed to be the problem with me.
My stomachs rumbling when I brought that up, or maybe its this nasty hot pocket I just ate.
:/
….”no ones telling you to wait”.
eh, tired and bored of everything.
why can you be happy with me, are you?
im so bipolar, so so so so lame.
I see the world, in a way others dont, i think of negativity when i see somthing beautiful, I think of death everyday, I see everything falling apart except for it living. I need to breathe, and smile. I need to think, and move on. But fuck it i like watching shit suffer. yeah, your a beautiful thing, but your fucking worthless to me. You dont know what im talking about are you? peace.
