| my feet hurt.
i worked all day.
i hate washing clothes.
we taught hanna what
bootydo means. she is
going to tell everyone
in france that american's
are crazy & weird & hot. |
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| i can't sleep.
i never can anymore. |
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| it's summer! [duh].
it's been pretty good.
LEAME, E T, and I went
bowling yesterday!
leame won! she broke 100.
we danced to the amazing
music in our sliding shoes.
we then proceeded to the
movie theatre where we
took amazing pictures in
the photo booth. no movie,
just some intense times
in the booth.
acworth beach- the usual.
then i watched Lion King
[leAnne's disney music in
her car inspired me],
with my sister & her friend
lauren. i know- i'm amazing.
yesterday was quite fun.
oh summer- how glad i am
that you are finally here! |
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| i keep looking at
summer as my escape-
my time for everything
to be better & everything
to be alright. i am
starting to feel like
it's complete ignorance
to believe summer will
make me happy & fix
everything i've broken.
you can't expect time to
wait for you when you've
hit rock bottom. you can't
expect it to wait for you
to be ok again.
i can never think of anything
worth writing anymore. |
| |
| straight up.
i'm going to break it down.
i'm sick of everyone
& i'm sick of everything.
school
people
not being able to sleep
waking up early
this neverending pile of work
being left out
working
death
having to be friendly
people talking smack
morality
weight
appearence
friendships
boys
responsiblity
teachers
the future
my house
people expecting things from me
DEALING WITH THINGS
leave me the hell alone. |
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