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Alright, so I'm literally just now getting depressed and I have no clue why. I think it's just those damned hormones, but who the hell can truly know? For all I know it can be the sad song I'm listening to. or even the late hour. or the candy I ate not that long ago, the the though of what I said to that creepy guy who claims to have a crush and me and got my email from a friend, but when I asked them, they all said, 'no'. Or maybe, for shits and giggles, it's all of them! ~.~

What ever the case I'm not to cheerful this moment. And I really want to know what she thinks. Anything will do! I'm tired of freighting over nothing. A simple hint would calm me some. I don't care, yes or no. Just anything! x.x

I ******** hate hormones. They're a freaking pain in my a**. I hope they go burn in a ******** hole and die somewhere where I never have to see them again. They SUCK.

Moving on to the next rant... I really want to go to bed, but I don't have the motivation to get going and climb that ******** latter. I hate that latter. And I hate tights, but I love them all the same.

Can I just get it over with? I just want to go ******** someone and be like, 'HA! now I know what it is and it ain't that great!' but noooooo... I'm too ******** scared to take a chance, I'm too much of a p***y to go and dive from the high board. the worst that's going to happen is gravity's going to take effect and I'll fall flat on my tummy and be in pain for a good hour or so. But even knowing that it's not that big of a risk, I'm still scared as s**t.

I don't want to have drama in my life. I like it simple. No playing games, straight forward, in my face, FU kind of feeling. I don't wanr creepy guys getting my email from someone. I don't want to worry about colleges. If they don't think I'm good enough for them, well ******** them. I don't need them. I could get a perfectly good job with my wit alone.

EFF YOU ALL!!!!!!

Yeah, I'm spazzing, stfu. I'm not that cheery like I said.

I don't want to be tied down. I want to be free! to let my wings stretch, to have them extend as far as I want. not further or confined. I want to be 5 again. When school was easy and you got to take naps or go home early. I want snack time. I want to cut my own hair and look like a dork. I want to cry and not be ashamed. I want to sleep. An Endless perfect sleep with no disturbances. So silent that you're afraid to speak for fear of an endless chatter on nonsense.

I'm going to cry myself to sleep now. good night. And think nothing of this.