there was a house on a hill, a boy got angry and he broke into my heart. sometimes i really dont know what i want. some days i want this, and somedays i want that some days i feel great, and somedays i feel like shit. somedays i tell myself one thing, and im doing the exact opposite the next minute. words are so darn cheap.
it's childish how someone can be the brunt of all my frustrations and anger. you know that hatred where you have practically no reason to hate but still you do maybe there is a reason but it's only a teeny weeny percentage of the hatred that you should feel towards someone else but you intensify and drag it and enlarge it bit by bit, little by little and eventually you feel so stupid cos at the end of the day youre the stupid one. im not making much sense but i just cant stop typing i dont know why.
anw i have so much work to catch up on that it's not even funny yea who said it was funny yada. i realise that i hate ppl who are a threat to me in any way, any possible way. now that is called CHILDISH dont you think? but wait isnt everyone like that.
okay time to sleep and not skip econs lecture anymore because the goodlooking hamsum teacher is out to capture me. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY i hope im held captive. hehehehehhehh. whorehouse