counting down the hours until my mom picks me up and I’m back home, in my bed. Not until new years, until I’m back in my bed.
great. now I’m definitely not excited for this new years party.
If you were to buy a laptop,like for school or something: to use the internet and watch shows and occasionally write some papers for school, which kind of laptop will you get, sans MacBook Pro?
I hate going to sleep. I hate knowing that once my head hits these pillows, all of my bad thoughts and memories will haunt me until I fall asleep and will keep haunting me for weeks until it finally wears off.
Why must I be so sensitive and get affected so easily. Honestly, I wish I was like a rock. Nothing can affect me. But no, not only did god have to make me ugly and fat, he gave me all of the most horrid qualities you can give a person.
Well thank you for that, you jerk. Now I’m off to drown my pillows and blankets in my tears.
and I don’t know which one I like better, which one I should post!
I hate it when this happens, which is rare.
and it’s only 9:30.