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Monday, February 11, 2008
I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT.

i hate small towns
i hate liers
i hate stuck up cows
i hate people who spread rumours
i hate people who constantly put me down
i hate how much this hurts
i hate when friends dont understand
i hate this -30 weather

i hate having to ride the bus in the mornings
i hate people who think i do things that i dont
i hate people who lie just to get there own way
i hate how i do some of these things
i hate people who cant have fun
i hate when people ask me complicated questions and i think too much about them
i hate never being able to get you off my mind
i hate how i tell someone something and the next day everyone knows
i hate how you told the fucking entire basketball team MY buisness
i hate how he told you that in the first place
i hate living so far away from you
i hate having dry skin

Seeing you that day made my realize just how far apart we've gotten. I hesitated too long to say hello even though I should have. I wanted to see how you were doing but we are strangers now. You don't know me anymore. Maybe you don't even want to. But it's ok, things are just different now

i love you, and all that you are.
i love the way you used to make me so happy.
i love every word you say, good and bad.
i love how i can never forget the sound of your voice.
i love the very few amazing friends that i can trust in this world.
i love music, and everything it says.
i love happy days.
i love my family.

SIGN OFF HERE at 10:00 p.m.





Comments:
i agree with this one

some people (hint hint you know who you are) are ridiculously immature and really need to grow up and realize that spreading rumours is very childlike. you graduate this year and are going to be going to university/college/into the workforce, whatever you decide. and it is there that you will realize what you can and cannot say, that rumours are not supposed to be spread, and that is not your business to spread anyone elses business.

and you can think whatever you like of me. because to me, the opinion of someone like you, a stuck up, immature, snooty cow, is not important at all.

but i'm out for now, and i will be back. there's no doubt about that.
 
BAHAHAHA
VAL had tons of fun on the waterslide.. laughing my ass off when you slipped :P but then I slipped too :( haha

and I hate dry skin too..
 
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