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[Sep. 28th, 2009|08:57 am] |
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i hate how when you lose something or something gets taken from you it gets turned around to be your fault 'cause you put it somewhere to get lost/taken in the first place. this not only applies to my ipod charger which i left in the living room last night but many other aspects in my life. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2009|04:52 am] |
Most days I feel alone
Everybody's moving at different speeds.
And everyone seems miles away from me |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|06:07 pm] |
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hella. nigga.
this might be my first quarter in my entire high school career that I DIDN'T fail a class.
sad, huh? but I guess it counts for something.
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I feel this hole... and no, its a stereotypical teenage angst hole. its just.... the past six months I've been fucking up... like MAD. Shoplifting charges, smoking ticket, moving from house to house and not ever really showing appreciation. If I ever had a shitty day or things weren't going my way it was justified because of my whole life situation. And now, for the first time in a long time, I've made a lot of improvement. I've been going to class, I actually contribute to the house I stay in, I don't shoplift anymore, and hey, even when I've had alcohol or weed on me I've made the choice to not do it.... You would think all these things would make me feel somewhat acomplished or feel some kind of self impowerment. I know I've made right choices, or at least some... but what gets at me now is, why the fuck are they right?
I don't know... I guess I'm just bored with life, you guys. and i'm not sure if I care too much or if I don't care at all anymore. it's becoming harder to diagnose my emotions... if you know what I mean...
Blah. Just some stuff I'm thinking about at the moment.
I need a fucking hobby. |
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