im growing up too fast. and i dont think im quit ready. i need to stop putting so much hard
returns in my writing. and plastic bags are just not my thing. city high is just not my thing.
what if we all went to a school that didnt drag us to become 'adults' if thats even the term
we should use in this situation. why cant we just go to a normal ass high school where teachers
blow off their students, dont give a fuck what you do and where you do it, dont give a shit what you learn, as long as you leave them alone, dont care what you say, and there's no such thing as workforce. i dont want to turn 15. i feel that if i do, ill feel different than now, and itll piss me off.
i feel that if i dont get a new internet connection im gonna rip my face off. i need to write about more things that dont make sense to anyone else. like, why we steal things and its a crime. like, OUR money isnt OUR money. you know what i mean? someone gave it to us from someone else before that from someone else before that from someone else before that, so, who's was it to begine with? how do they make money so valuable? its paper made in a factory. i dont think i get it. but then again, im stupid. im 14, and nothing is really happening. i got the shittiest school in the US, i have a best friend, and i eat my weight. sounds pretty, teenagery. in my other blogs i've been too real with you guys and havent actually introduced myself. i said things before thinking and now people know my life story. people dont know ME. they just know what has happened. i love thinking about when the boy i like is gonna come back. if he ever is. his friend said hes coming back this summer. but i dont think he is. i hate relying on liking someone. i feel so gross, and disgusting. i dont NEED anyone right now. all i need is me and im fine. litereally, i am. theres a blue light staring at me from the speakers, and i wanna play some music. but this world is so quiet, i love it. im not making any type of sense right now, because im tripping out on not sleeping for the past 24 hours. i eat chimmichongas, and hot pockets, and thats just who i am.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
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"like, why we steal things and its a crime. like, OUR money isnt OUR money. you know what i mean?"
i think, in a world where whoever has the MOST valuables wins, it is even more valuable to have absolutely nothing.
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