| highschool is such a joke all the people, are a joke... all the teachers, are fucked up the rules, are retarded &&&& im way past ready to be gone |
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| it is so funny how the one day you are looking so forward to is the one day that i am dreading. |
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| what do you do when the only person you feel can wipe away your tears is the one causing them.... |
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| i dont feel pretty.
i dont feel skinny.
i dont feel important.
i dont feel smart.
i dont feel needed.
i dont feel loved.
i dont feel anything....
i miss when every weekend meant the girls were guna do something together. best friends means friends forever. i miss the times when i knew that no matter what, they would always be there. but now i pick up the phone... and think about calling... and just think about how everything is changed.
i miss being a kid and dreaming about these days. i miss dreaming about my prince charming. i miss dreaming about my first car. i miss dreaming about highschool prom. i miss it all... because im so disapointed.
my prince charming is nothing but another guy. whos guna drop me like an old video game and bury me under old memories and photographs. my first car isnt all that great, in fact the transmission is probably guna blow and the tires have no tread. prom... isnt all its cracked up to be, because in the end... he still doesnt love me, my friends still dont call, and theres still no better reason to get drunk on a saturday night.
overall my life is a huge disapointment. i cant do Anything right. |
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| Making Decisions Never Was My Strong Point.
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