monday, january 12th 2004
It's 2004
...and how shitty its turned out to be. All people do is create drama and then go running to you to solve their problems for them. Well what do i say?.. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don't wanna hear it. I don't make my problems your problems, why the shit are you making yours mine?
I need to do something drastic, why does the ploy of Dangerous Creatures come to mind? If only...
she just HAD to go out of her way to do it. BULLSHIT, don't look at me like i'm crazy. Just create the problems and enjoy the reactions thats all you do. its my fucking room, don't shit me for my habits. SO WHAT if i can't sleep? fucking teenage body, its not like it DOES WHAT I TELL IT TO DO. All you and everyone wants is for me to change how I am. sorry if "me" isn't good enough.
you're all fucksluts
they try so hard to make me angry. power hungry bastards. lets pour guilt on sarah and tell her everything she doesn't wanna hear. make her FEEL bad for who she is. I want to tell life "I QUIT"; give me the pink slip and just let me go, I'm honestly no use or benefit here.
Nothing was even a big problem, it's all just blown out of proportion! flaw after flaw after flaw.
I FUCKING GIVE UP. why do i TRY when trying doesn't do any better? WHY try? i hate school. i've gone to waste, I just don't function properly anymore; i feel like i'm fucking 50years old looking back on my life that i don't really remember and picture as pretty. All ANYONE wants is pity.
I'm going to the hell of whiny teenagers.