Ehn.
I feel really pathetic.
Like, really pathetic. Meh. I wish I could kill myself, that would be so much better than living... Especially when all I do is piss people off.
Mmm, death. I really cannot wait.
But that'll come when it does.
I think I'm losing my friends more and more.
It seems to be easy when you're me.
I wish I could have a friend that didn't eventually get sick of me, but I'm pretty sure they all do. Eventually.
Been thinking about a lot of stuff lately.
Probably been thinking too much, but whatever. It keeps me occupied.
I can't wait to graduate high school. I really can't.
I don't think I'll go to collage. Hypocritical of me, but eh. I really don't wanna live long enough to finish it, and if I'm immersed in collage I might use it as an excuse. I always wanted to though.
It would be fun, maybe.
Losers like me don't really fit in at collages.
But oh well.
I can't wait to turn eighteen either. Yay smoking legally.
If it'll help kill me, I wanna do it.
Just have to wait three more years to drink.
Although I wouldn't try drugs. Don't ask why, but I just wouldn't.
Oh well.
I'm really bored/depressed/tired right now.
Dunno why I'm writing, except that I really want to do something other than sit here.
Not much of an improvement.
Oh well.
I should work on my story.
Maybe I'll post it up here so people can read it.
Yeah right.
Like anyone would care to read something crappy like that. Bad Chelsea.
Meh.
I'll go work on that now.
I feel really pathetic.
Like, really pathetic. Meh. I wish I could kill myself, that would be so much better than living... Especially when all I do is piss people off.
Mmm, death. I really cannot wait.
But that'll come when it does.
I think I'm losing my friends more and more.
It seems to be easy when you're me.
I wish I could have a friend that didn't eventually get sick of me, but I'm pretty sure they all do. Eventually.
Been thinking about a lot of stuff lately.
Probably been thinking too much, but whatever. It keeps me occupied.
I can't wait to graduate high school. I really can't.
I don't think I'll go to collage. Hypocritical of me, but eh. I really don't wanna live long enough to finish it, and if I'm immersed in collage I might use it as an excuse. I always wanted to though.
It would be fun, maybe.
Losers like me don't really fit in at collages.
But oh well.
I can't wait to turn eighteen either. Yay smoking legally.
If it'll help kill me, I wanna do it.
Just have to wait three more years to drink.
Although I wouldn't try drugs. Don't ask why, but I just wouldn't.
Oh well.
I'm really bored/depressed/tired right now.
Dunno why I'm writing, except that I really want to do something other than sit here.
Not much of an improvement.
Oh well.
I should work on my story.
Maybe I'll post it up here so people can read it.
Yeah right.
Like anyone would care to read something crappy like that. Bad Chelsea.
Meh.
I'll go work on that now.
