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| I am so overwhelmed with everything right now. Im sure you do not care but Im gonna tell you anyway. I have a million classes right now and no time to do anything (which is kind of strange how I have time to sit and do this for hours on end...) and I can't focus on anything. Its like 'Ya and then she...OOO SHINY THINGS!' I feel like an idiot. I cant even talk lately, never mind pay attention to anything going on. All day everythings gone in one ear and out the other. I really think there's something wrong with me, but no one is going to believe me because 1) I'm a hypochondriac, and 2) I'm an 'honors student' so there can't possibly be anything wrong with an 'honors student'. And my stupid parents think I'm not eating again and now they're like, following me around keeping track of everything I put in my mouth, as if I can't take care of myself or something. I thought I had everything figured out, like I thought that I was totally happy with myself and everything that was going on, and I couldn't have been more wrong. And I have NO FUTURE! And everyone's just going to tell me that everyone gets overwhelmed in the beginning of school, but I'm not overwhelmed I'm GOING FRICKEN CRAZY! WHOOOOOOO. Okay that was my outburst for the day. Thank you. |
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| Sometimes people say things at exactly the wrong time. And what they said came completely out of nowhere, and was said in front of the only person who shouldn't have heard it. Then, people talk, and it ends up screwing up the only thing you never wanted to screw up, but that one person said that one thing in front of the wrong person, and it exploded. You can't really be mad at the person who said it in the first place because they didn't say it intentionally to hurt you, partly because they don't even know the whole story because you've grown so far apart lately.In reality only three people know the whole, real story. Not even the person who it's about knows, who is possibly the most important in this situation. |
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| For some reason, I feel compelled to fill my tiny mouth with strange things. No, not that you pervert. Seriously though, I put a glue stick in my mouth! And it doesn't end there either. I've put buttons, hairclips, even a CVS card in my mouth. Mostly plastic stuff. The weird part is that I never put pens or pencils or any of the normal stuff in my mouth. I think I'm weird. |
| It's sad and almost kind of funny when you realize how things change from year to year. Think about who you were walking to class with and standing in the lunch line with last year, and now think about who you were with today. Think about who you talked to in English today, and who you share a locker with. Think about who's in the pictures on your bedroom wall, compared to who was last year. Think about who you call to talk over your problems with, or even simply to gossip with. Think about who you vacation with, and who talks to you online, and who you sit on the phone with talking about whatever comes up. Think about who remembered your birthday, and who's birthday you remembered this year. Think about who you share clothes with, drive to school with. Think about who you tell your darkest secrets to now, and who wouldn't care anymore, now that someone new's come along, if you did tell them. Think about it all. It's a big slap in the face. |
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| Slave to the System nothing tastes sweeter than what you can't eat nothing looks better that what you'll never see and i wish for one second my imagination could take over i'd need no actuality in this dreadful life i could pass through each day not seeing a thing except the pictures behind my eyes nothing to want 'cause i've got it all nothing to want no way to fall 'cause what difference does it make? brainwash myself or wait 'til i become another victim of hypocrisy of hate i don't want to be another child to the media i don't want to be a slave to the system but nothing sounds better than a life you can't lead and everything looks different once your taught not to see laurdak34@yahoo.com |
| ...It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. |
| In the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here |
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| So today in Gemoetry, Jenna walks all the way across the room, says 'Thoup' to me, cracks up and walks back to her seat. Its 4:30 and I'm still laughing about it. Good times. |
| Okay forget everything I said on a different page about loving teachers. Teachers suck. I hate them. I can't even pee anymore without one yelling at me. god. Nasty looks when I walk into the room really arent nessecary. If you hate me, then tell me damnit and I'll get out of your class, don't treat me like shit. Fuck you. Except for Fontana. |
| 'You're still virgin till a guy sticks it in you' [Keira 9.12.03] |
| You know, when I say not to steal my stuff, I actually mean it. I really mean that I don't want you to take it. If you ask me nicely, I'll let you take it, I won't care, but as soon as you steal it, without my permission, you've officially pissed me off. It is my own original work (most of it, the rest is credited), so you have no right to take it, and to be honest, you're going to look like an idiot because everyone's already read it here, so they're gonna know you didn't write it. So just don't take it. Didn't your mommy teach you anything? |
| they should make uglier fake heads so when people see the wigs and buy them they will be extra happy because it looks so much better on them then it does on the fake head ~Jenna |
| When you cry I'll wipe away all of your tears When you scream I'll fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me |
| Takin' my time Choosin' my lines Try'n' to decide what to do Looks like my stop Don't wanna get off Got myself hung up on you |
| and it's okay if you have go away just remember the telephone works both ways and if I never ever hear it ring if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else and that's okay cause I'll remember everything you sang |