May 2013
I blame the social networks for contributing to my depression.
I have a lot of feelings that should be expressed, but I don’t have anyone to tell them to and I don’t wanna look or sound like a little bitch. So they’re stored away.
I’m just tired of everyone’s shit.
April 2013
Just goes to show that I’m great at hiding emotions.
I think working out gave me a rush to stay away. This causing me to be an insomniac and over think about all the big things happening in the next month. It’s hard to believe junior year is coming to an end. It’s hard to believe everything is actually moving way faster than expected. Speaking of expectations, they’re harder to meet now. Mainly because they’re higher than...
I have this writing style where I use big words and they somehow make sense. Or they don’t make sense at all, just the people reading it don’t understand and assume it makes sense. But on the contrary, Coronado might just catch me one day and expose me for the dummy I am. Oh welllllllll.
I was mad. Deep down I still am. But it’s okay. You should thank Him. He got me to get over it for a while. I thank Him for not blinding me with hatred. I thank Him for getting me through this. Bad days are just opportunities to be happier.
If you don’t need it, cut it off.
Stfu bout 420. Stfu bout relationships. Stfu bout getting fucked up. Stfu bout star testing. Stfu bout prom. Stfu bout homework. Stfu bout the government. Stfu bout sports. Stfu bout grades. Stfu bout every single fucking thing. Sit in motherfucking silence.
Holy shit, everyone just shut the fuck up. I’m going to delete every single fucking social network on my phone just so I won’t be so fucking irritated with the world. Fucking shit.
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My Feelings Towards 8 Random People
You’re stupid.
Your presence is irritating.
Why go back?
Tell me what I’m sensing isn’t true.
Go away.
Creativity is suppose to be based on us, right?
Stfu.
You’re a little bitch.
Literally stressed out to the point where every single thing pisses me off, even the things that come along the way to make me happy.
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March 2013
February 2013
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This is how my break is going.
Never make hair tutorials.
Brb while I go shoot everyone on this damn planet. Fuck.
January 2013