He looked like the kind of man, you can't take home to Mumma

Feeling: crappy
I'm sitting on my front porch @ 6:55pm on a Thursday nite. its like 60 degrees out here. I'm in jeans and a sweatshirt with a blanket over my lap because my feet are freezing. I'm drinking hot cocca and talking to myself. and attempting to do my english 11 homework. i feel like crap. my head hurts, i hate myself, and the world. so yes, my life pretty much sucks
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dont you wish there was a remote place to go (close to here) where you can just scream at the top of your lungs and no one can here you? me too
julie
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