I'm sick of feeling down. I'm ready to be free from all of the things dragging me down. Summertime seems like the time for me to free myself. I'm not going to let anything drag me down anymore. I'm going to be my happiest self and ignore and angry or hurt or sad feelings. No one needs those! I'm going to make the choice to be happy and to enjoy myself this summer! I'm going to work on me. I'm ready to be free.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Yep. 12:05. Tomorrow is Monday morning. It's going to be rough, so I'm officially making tomorrow a no judgement zone (and pretty much every day for the rest of the school year) I don't know what it is about the month of May, but I haven't been able to go to bed on school nights til 1 or later. Which is so irritating because I know I'm going to be dead tired in the morning... but whatever, I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me. So instead of sleeping I've been scrolling through twitter for 3 hours and pinning things on pinterest likr a maniac. I really don't even know what to talk about so I don't even know why I'm writing this post. I can't collect my thoughts, I have so many zooming around my brain. This is probably because of sleep deprivation but who cares. Yolo, right? Just in case you were wondering my butt hurts like none other. That's like half the reason I can't sleep. I'm so accident prone it is incredible. I should get a nobel prize for being able to get randomly injured, since it seems to happen a lot.
The last 2 weeks of school are completely pointless. CRT's are over so why do we still have school? That's so dumb. And now I'm just rambling... so I'm going to end this string of random thoughs. I hope you were thoroughly entertained.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
It itches. Everytime I see you. But I can't get the feeling to go away. I want to tell you what's going on but I know you'll freak out. So instead I'll keep feeling itchy and having the urge to tell you everything. I feel like we've both changed and grown apart and we're both bitter toward eachother. That makes it itchier. Like a thick wool sweater in the middle of a hot summer day. I wish the itching would seize, so I could stop worring about it, all day. Help.