alright. please. enough is enough. if youre gonna say shit to me. fine. im out. i dont need this fucking diary. ok. im sorry to offend you people by writing in my own personal thingy that you dont HAVE to read. yeah so im a bitch. DURH. i know this, asshole. thats why im so upset. i never wanted that fucking title. i never wanted to play with peoples fucking feelings. isnt that what ive been saying all along? no i can live with myself. ok. i just.. you know care too much about other people. thanks though. really. I AM SUCH A BITCH. its great to hate myself enough already. just.. thanks. really,... sweetheart. jackass. i know. i never wanted that to happen. im sorry. i dont understand it. or myself. theyre not the only ones being imprinted for the rest of their lives. i am too. ok, jackass. are you happy? would you be happier if i just you know.. made this shit private or what? im sry. ok. honestly. i dont know who i am, what im doing, i just dont even care anymore. i guess ill just stick with kyle. you know. so i stop fucking with people. you act like i havent talked to them about it. ive been completely open. i dont care anymore. im sick of crying and feeling like shit for what ive done. i was the victim in the begining and now i seem to be the villan. i never meant for this shit to happen. i was perfectly fucking fine. until a stupid fucking mistake was made, and not even on my behalf. fuck. just leave me the fuck alone. ok. if youre just gonna bitch me out for what i already know, and expressed i know.. then go to hell. youre just trying to be an asshole to someone. and fuck this anyonomous commenting. ok. im taking that shit off. im sick of people who cant own up to who they are. anyways. on. a brighter note. im back to modeling. that should be fun. woo. as if i give a flying fuck. nothing makes me care anymore. i just dont. fuck school. everything my teachers,family friends. fuck em. i guess ill just do what i want. this thing is out of controll too. i should stop writing in this. ive come so far, it seems dumb to stop now. but i keep getting shit. from random people i dont even know telling me how to live my life. saying im shit i know im not. you guys dont know me. to you, im words on a screen. you dont even for the most part know what i look like to you im not a human with feelings but rather a computer for you to bitch out. thanks. its cool. i just dont care. assholes. .. whatever. i mean. i try and talk about other stuff. ok. but shit just doesnt interest me. i could talk all about what i did today but i just dont care about that anymore. you know. its been a long time. a long long time. ive come so far from what i was... and now. i dont know who i am. i know im happy. eating lunch alone in the art room. i know im happy just hanging out with dan mitchell or pat brady. im happier when im throwing on the wheel or playing my piano or sax. im just happy. and when im with kyle i am. but around cresten i think about all the things i miss. you know. im not in this for personal gain. and i know its not a game didnt i say that in the very begining. you dont know me well at all. you just know words. thats all. i know myself better. ive got to go. band you know. i have a lot of hw too. late nights. yay.