December 2009
for those who read 13 reasons why, you know theres... →
(via jarrodmatthew)
ahh! im reading that book right know!
I hate being around people whos lives are great.
because i have to act like everything it good
Do they really care what happens to me. Or do they just say that so they feel better because they tried?
My own way is harder than I thought
Depressed
i think that how ive been latley. how do i change it?
Wow kid, we like the same thing. this is crazy and were the same age:)
Im done with this hell whole we call school. Ive lost some really good friends. and make other friends. im done. i give in
FUCK YOU AND LIFE:)
I give
I give up on life. I feel like i have no one anymore. Like my friends dont care anymore. But when they think im depressed they dont stop asking whats wrong. Is that was a friend is suppose to do? well it just annoys me.Im sick of living here i want to move and get away. Maybe that would be good for me just to start new and forget everything and everyone that i never needed. Like you
Sorry for rambling on for the people reading this. if any:/ i just had to clear my head
AH
I cant take this anymore. I start to trust you again after everything you did, and you go off and do that. Im done. Ive tryed to forget everything but i cant you keep reminding me of everything wrong you’ve ever done.People say that i dont look happy anymore its because of you. They said i was happy when we were talking because i was but thats over. I fee like just going in the woods and...
Fourth
Sick yet again.
but this time it was worse i had the freaking flu!
Birthday tomorrow:) so stoked!!!
I feel like your trying to get back into my life. I dont know if i should allow it because we live so far away from eachother and i cant stand being let down. I miss the days we would spend together even know it was only for a week. I could honestly say i think i was falling in love with you. I miss you so much:(
you should read this book.
I read this book it’s amazing!!
p>jarrodmatthew:
“She watched Chris kneel down beside the rectanglar mound, covered with its profusion of still-fresh flowers. She saw him run a finger over the chilled lips of roses, the hawked throat of an orchid. He stood up far more quickly than she imagined he would and came back to the car. But he went to her window and knocked for her to roll it...