TiRed
I am so sick and tired right now. I'm finally allowed online.. well i snuck on but daddy said it was okay.. and what am i doing.. there's like no one to talk to! well there's george haha.. he's always really fun to talk to. my dad got the wrong magazine.. the prom issue of seventeen.. umm i don't think i'm going to prom. I wonder who I'll go to semi with. I hope I go to semi with Jimmy.. then again semi is like 5 months away.. and lemme be the one to tell you a shit load can happen in 5 months.. I'm so sick and i feel like crud.. uhh i want cheese and crackers.. my dad's paying bills and my mom is at work.. and everyone is away... sometimes i wonder why i bother expressing how i feel to some people. No matter how much i care some people are just assholes..
I hate how i get all the blame and regrets. Like seriously.. whenever i think i did the right thing it comes back and bites me on the ass.. and then i'm regreting a bunch of stuff and im like all sad and bleeehhh and it just sucks.. ugh...
I wanna write a poem but i don't know what i'd write about because if i write how i feel it's just gonna be me admiting how i feel.. i don't wanna admit how i really feel. i'm not ready to tell the world how i feel.. the world isn't ready to know how i feel. i'm not even ready to tell myself yet. So i guess i'll just deny it for a while.. even though these thoughts won't leave my brain. sometimes i just wish that these thoughts would go away. i wish that i could just be normal.. i wish that i could run back to my past.. but why.. my past is just a bunch of hurt.. i wish i could forward to my future.. but then i'd lose time. and as mrs. huchison once taught us time is the most precious thing of all...
wow i needa stop paying attention in english class... ha...