February 2010
28 posts
January 2010
38 posts
This is the dumbest social studies test ever.
P.S. I never did do that chapter assessment. One more terms and people and I’ll choke a bitch.
Mr. Doyle, you should know that I’m tumbling instead of doing a dumb chapter assessment on the cotton gin.
I want to be around people I like. I want to go out and not feel like I’m babysitting. I don’t want you to know; I want you to understand. I want to make someone happy and have that someone return the favor. I want to do something crazy. I don’t want to be like you…if I wanted to run, I’d use my legs. I want to defend myself. I want to not be so afraid. I want to not worry. I want to not care. I...
I have had very little patience for just about everyone today…
Ugh, I’m sooo dumb.
“If they’re treating you like they don’t give a shit, they genuinely don’t give a shit.”
yay, happy song (:
fuck.
You're golden
and I’m getting tired. Act like you own the place when really you’ve only just arrived. I caught first glimmers in hides and skins. Look who’s all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds. You’re gonna lose it all and find yourself on your knees. So get a grip and you might flow, reverse the great slow bleed. I’ve tried patience but you always want a war. This...
18 that time.
I should be thinking of an independent project…damnit.
“You have your own growing up to do no matter how tall your grandpa was.”
– Eleanor Roosevelt. Oh, Mrs. Miller’s room (:
The only reason I became friends with you#1 again, is because of you#2. I’m losing faith in you#1. I wish I had handled that differently…
I always get the best friends ever.
Here's how it works:
I’ll explain myself. You’ll run.
In that order.
Woah, weird version. I have a different one on my...
I hate it when she notices on the phone...
Me: STOP BEING ME.
Gio: P.S. You're wearing your retainer right now.
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions,...”
– Oscar Wilde
And on that note, goodnight.
Thank my iTunes...
I really don’t hate everything…or anything, really. I just look for something to blame things on. Would you sort through everything to find just one thing at fault?
My attempt at justifying the unjustifiable. You’re welcome, tumblr world.
Fuck you, angst; I’m chillin’ with your friend indifference.