Kathleen stop reading my diary you whore. Lord knows I don't read your's since you talk about your orgasms in it. Thats right. You heard. And stop leaving comments, you're not welcome here. And stay the hell of my screen name before I get on yours and tell Joe you wanna dump him and he sucks in bed. Now that that is taken care of, I shall resume with my regular blabble. Me and Katherine are talking again. I'm still pretty pissed at how stupid she was being, but there's no point in really ignoring her when she knows she was being a dumbass. "And I'm to scared to live tonight Fill that void and share my plight Please tell me I'm not wanted. Please tell me I'm not wanted. Watch the bones rip through my flesh Catharsis of my own distress. Please tell me I'm not wanted Please tell me I'm not..." I saw the new Incubus video last night on MTV2. It was pretty messed up. The animals were some scary shit. That mixed with that thunderstorm last night didn't make my night all to pleasant. TONIGHTS THE ONE TREE HILL FINALE!!! Not that it matters. I watch the show for Jake and that ho oar Peyton got rid of him, just like Summer did to my Anna. Television these days. "Anything to escape this pri(skin)son..." I hate field trips. Something always goes wrong. I usually get my period like the night before which blows. I just had it though so not this year. But now I've got a pimple the size of Rhode Island on the side of my face. I'm doing 3 facials a night to try and get rid of it though. Time shall tell. "You are my serenity. When I think of you, I f o r g e t t o b r e a t h e " Did I mention I love my book? Shane was looking at it today and he looked at me like I was a suicidal maniac. Thanks Shane. Today uh... "Gabby" I shall call her... came up to me and asked me if I cut myself and when I said no she showed me all these cuts on her arms and legs... and then she said she's tried to kill herself every way except by a gun and that was next... I don't understand people. I mean my life is hell. I'm lonley, and ugly, and there are umpteen million other things wrong with me, but I'm not gonna kill myself over it. I mean, I usually just bust out the horror movies, CD collection, bubble bath, and don't talk to anyone for a couple days and I'm all better. But seriously people, stick it out. There's always someone out there to live for. "I'm so in love with you That if you turned your back I would claw your fucking spine away..." Stupid Mrs. Maholic. Had to change that essay I was gonna skip from 20 points to 100 points. And now if I skip it my grade is gonna go way down and my mom will yell at me again so now I have to do it. I hate English. I mean, the vocab and stuff is fine. But I hate writing essays. I know how to talk to someone properly. The school district nailed it into my head for 3/4 of my life. I don't need to write essays anymore. I hate essays... My sister said I had to get off at 6. And it is now 5. So I guess I'm going to start to type that stupid "5 Alternative Ways to Disicpline" essay. I don't think I'll be back on tonight. So, whatever =) Have a good one. P.S.- Happy Birthday Tracy. =)