we don't need to whisper.

i'm sorry, really i am. i don't mean to bring you down as you read this but, its a last resort and again, i apologise. i haven't slept well since thursday, i haven't eaten either. i'm so sick of
everything. first off, don't sit there and do crappy things to me and talk crappy about me and then turn around and try and be my friend. because you will get way worse than you give, i promise you. i don't remember the last time i talked to someone at school. Emily, is the only person, i'm starting to realise that i can even help me deal with this. you are so unfair, and i'm really starting to think you don't even mean the things you say. which, really just pisses me off. but if i know you at all, i know i'm wrong. i need to stop this, its all very unhealthy. i need a book to get lost in, or a dream. meanwhile, i'm thinking of starting a list of the things i would like for my birthday. so far i've only gotten one thing. the new postsecret book. if i just got that, i'd be happy. school is really starting to set me in a trance. i'm already to careless about it, i never do my homework. its to early in the year for this. however! it is the first day of fall, and i'm so excited. because after fall its winter and winter means the year is half over and that means only one half left to go. till everything is what i've hoped for. things are looking up. here you go again, trying to be my friend. its sad. youre sad.


* i'd just like to note that the cross walk lady that stands on the conner @ the mid-high is a bih.