I just wanted to let you know that I hate everyone.

Stop pissing me off.

Only productive when I don't talk to people and I'm not at home. -sigh-

A bee fucking stung me.

HOW THE FUCK DOES A BEE STING A PERSON'S NECK? UGH. SO STUPID. THE FIRST TIME THAT A BEE STINGS ME AND IT'S ON THE FUCKING NECK. FLEXING HURTS. TWISTING IT HURTS. UGH. SO DYSFUNCTIONAL. WTF. AND I TAKE THE FUCKING SAT TOMORROW? HOW THE HELL DO I EVEN FOCUS. UGH. FUCK. UGH.

Disneyland.

Tired as fuck. My knees are forever fucked.
I hate everyone. I hate band. I hate walking. I hate everything.
Fuck this shit.

No happiness found on the happiest place on earth-- not today.

One year, two months, and 28 days.

I broke up with him.
I miss him. I want him back.
It's for the better, isn't it? There so many more other things to focus on..

I can't go back. I made my own decision and I have to live with the consequences.

Should it be like this?

It's like you're ashamed of me.

"Hey, maybe I could go to your house for a little bit."
"oh, but that's suspicious.."

I don't even know how to respond. It's like your love is a lie. It's like you don't want to see me. It's like you're ashamed of me. It's like you don't think about how I feel when you say shit like that. Time after time, I vow that I would never want to see you again. Time and time again, I come back. What do I have to come back to? Nothing. What's the point.