It's Kind Of killing me. that i really have no one to vent to... no one to talk to. and i can write and write and write, but in the end, who cares? no one. it's just kind of bringing me down. well more then kind of. and im a little sick and tired of liars, back stabbers, and shallow assholes. i wish it would all just end, or everyone would just grow up. i'm kinda liking the idea of just picking up and moving away and starting over.... not that that would go over very well for me. buts its certainly very tempting. I don't get along with anyone at school, I'm definitely an outsider. No one would even talk to me if i wasn't at least decent at what I do. I'm ready to move out, but how do you move out when there is no one to move out WITH. really, looking at it TECHNICALLY...i have no friends. I have some people that... put up with me...or pity me, or use me. but no one whose content to just be my friend. I still owe 800 dollars for school now, soon to be another 420 on top of that, and about 1200 dollars on credit cards. I owe 205 dollars IN my bank account, and i have a 233 dollar cheque in my hand right now. where does it go? stress stress stress. mom wants to sell the house. fuck you bitch. you spend too much time with your boyfriend and his kids to even care about what happens there. You aren't coming to my competition this weekend. You probably won't come to my fashion show. and knowing who you've become now, you wont be at my grad. i'll go alone. to all of the above. fuck you. glorious sadness. and just general lonliness. and emptiness. i hate you so much, it makes me hate myself. what happened to a perfect family?