| I'm moving out.
Yup. Not taking another year off like a dumbass. Not doing shit for one person again. No other updates really, all I do with my life is sit at Ashlynn's house. And figure out ways to get money for cigs and gas among other illegal substances. Kbye.  |
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| I adore hearing about people that supposedly love me talking shit.
Greatest feeling?
Oh well. It would be cool if people could be real and not so two-faced, but I think that's asking too much.
Hard to believe I was happy this time last year because of some people, and now I just want them out of my life.
The fact that I go to parties, or smoke, or whatever else, does not make me trashy kthx. Nor does it take away from my intelligence.
I'm getting my shit together. And I'm tired of listening to everyone tell me what to do or having my actions influenced by people I really shouldn't care about.
Another thing I love. When little kids try to act like they know what they're talking about; too bad you've never left Byron Center. You're sixteen, please don't even talk to me. Sorry, arrogant, but I'm beginning to see how large the age gap really is. And not just by years.
This is the sole reason I will never date a younger guy.
Seems like no one's balls drop til they're well past twenty.
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| So. Two weeks after I break up with him. Alex is in another relationship.
Its all right though. Because this is proof that
a. He was never really "in love with me."
b. It never would have worked out between us anyway. His feelings weren't strong enough.
c. I deserve better.
Surprisingly enough I'm not sad about this one little bit. In fact, I could care less. I want to be friends, but he's an asshole to me now and tells me I'm "that girl" and basically trash. It's really cute that he's insulting my intelligence considering his is substantially lower.
Whatever? Haha.
Looking at apartments alllll week long.
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| Yeahhhh so I don't know what's going on for next year.
Why do I always have to make stupid decisions?!
Fuckkk.  Anyways. I just hope things work out for the best. What more can I do really. |
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