i'm so sick of something that is suppose to mean everything to me.
and i've said this before but this time its just getting old and i'm sick of being used.
i'm suppose to be happy, and its just not happening anymore.
you rub too many things in my face and deny so many things that in know are true. and i'm fed up.
if i don't do something soon, i will have a repeat of recent events in the past, and i need to make that not happen.



...tuckers house tonight. what a bummer
i hate curfews,
even when i'm 21 i will have this curfew, except my mom said i cant go to bars.
AWESOME i love my life of being a fucking twelve year old.
i guess i better learn how to lie.