So clearly I need to stop hanging on to people who don’t care. Sophomore year starts in twelve hours, and I’m officially ready to leave this place.
Peace, Mays Landing.
SOMEHOW what I said made it to this. Apparently I think I’m high and mighty because I have a minimum wage job at the movie theater. And apparently I’m a bitch for talking to someone about my feelings AFTER they told me to. My god, I hope the future of this world will never be in the hands of this idiot.
Why? Because Bruno Mars has a small tour there in January.
Let’s not even pretend… You ACT LIKE you want to be my friend. But then, you cancel our plans. I’ve only come home TWICE since August 22nd and I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home either time because no one seems to give a shit. We all have our new friends and excuse the fuck out of me, but when I was around all summer, we hung out TWICE. I’m sorry that I don’t make the effort but honestly, I assumed no one gave a crap about me anymore.
I realized this. I can’t really talk to them about what’s going on with new boy and well… what is going on. I feel like… If they knew what went on in my brain (and what I tell my friends at school) they’d judge me. Hardcore. And I mean… I’m mostly okay with that because people change, but I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. I like guys a lot. And truthfully, I don’t mind not being in a committed relationship. But I feel like no one here I’m friends with get that or don’t look at me that way.
And I puked all of it back up after I came home from getting my paycheck. -_-
So grapes, please stay down.
Not so bad right?
This was to a message that I wrote on someone’s wall about getting woken up at 8 am after an obnoxious and obsessive liking spree of his girlfriend’s old pictures.
The wall post was in no way serious, by the way.