vent.

I'm itching to tell people my stories. But it's hard to when I get verbally attacked before I can even begin. Maybe I wasn't even gonna tell them all the details. I just wanted to tell them the funny part, about how I ended up getting locked out of my house. But you know, I guess it's whatever. I guess I can tell my journal, and my dog, and I guess my imaginary friend. Cause I personally think it's a great story.  And people need to lighten up, and not judge so quickly. Especially if they don't even really know the person. And maybe, just maybe. if they had let me tell the story. they'd have a different opinion about him. But I guess that's just an idea. 

wow. really?

sometimes i wear grape juice.  all over my favorite clothes. it's lovely. 

this would be a result of three hours of sleep. yay...

so little time.

i'm up to my eyeballs in homework. i have special needs prom tonight. and all my clothes are unclean. help? before stress overcomes me..

Thanks for nothing

Thanks for waking me up.
And then telling me multiple things I didn't want to hear.
You made my decision really easy though, when you wanted to know if I still like ''what's his face'' as you called him I told you it was complicated. And you finally got it out of me why it was complicated.The conversation that followed is where it became easy. Because it made me realize that I do like ''what's his face'' still. And maybe one day you'll realize that you missed your chance. But I feel like lately I've given you nothing but chances. And you won't take them. So maybe that's an answer in itself that you are just a player. And I'm only cool, fun, and Pretty when you want me to be. I hate to admit that I wish it would have been different. But it's not. So I can move on, and keep day dreaming about a boy who doesn't even know my name.
Once again thanks for waking me up.
Because now two hours later I still can't fall asleep.
To much to think about. Back pains. And I can't get comfortable.