February 2011
Fuck you.
Grow up. All of you.
January 2011
Meh.
My head hurts extremely bad. Night.
I hate:
-How little things make me feel like shit
-How those little things mostly come from the same person
-How those little things cause me to overthink, which causes me to jump to conclusions
-How that person saying those little things to other people, causes me to assume that the person being told, hates me
-How I whine about it later
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What an ironic day.
Earlier today I was talking to my sister about this kid named Tyler that recently moved. He moved to Arizona and we were sad that we never see him. Then on the way to music lessons, I said to her that if my piano teacher never showed up, then I would just sit in with her lesson with her guitar teacher (whom everyone says is awesome.) So, we arrive at music lessons, and the front desk lady tells me...
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“Starting this year, no American will be forbidden from serving the country they...”
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It can't be that difficult.
Is it really that hard to see that I want absolutely NOTHING to do with you? Go away. Now.
Go away.
