I have so many mixed emotions right now.. Idk what to do with myself. Happy. Sad. Frustrated. Lonely. Hopeful. Excited. Stressed. Anxious. Regretful. Thankful.
I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to put pants on. I don’t want to see him. I want to cry and go back to sleep.
I’m dead. I’m gone. My body aches from crying. My fingers burn from biting them. I don’t want to be here anymore. There’s no one to comfort me anymore. I’m completely alone now.
Forreals I’m getting so sick of my mon treating me this way. I’m not a little kid anymore and I don’t appreciate you treating me like I’m some spoiled brat. I do what I need to do, what you tell me to do, I’m applying for summer jobs and my school grades are fantastic and I’m preparing for college. I’m not gonna live here forever, I actually hope to move out by the end of the year, with or without Zach. (although I really hope it’s with ha) I just don’t understand why you treat me this way. Why do you always put me down when I talk about leaving? My reasons to move out are not “idiotic” like you say they are. I just don’t want to have to rely on you anymore and Felix moved in for the same reason I want to move out with Zach. You’re dumb I just don’t understand any of this. Hanna’s doing less than I am and I never hear you give her shit about it. I know she’s only 16 and you won’t let her move out but you know she’ll be out of here as soon as she can, so why aren’t you giving her grief about it. Ugh whatever. I’m so upset now. I wanna cry and scream.
waterbuffaloesovernorthdakota:
You’re cute.Just finished this up. I’ve always liked the Pepsi logo growing up, and so I just started there.
I wanna go to the park again this weekend. Lunch date with Zach in the park last time was cuuuute.
