12/8/07
I hate Daniel.
I hate Brandy.
I hate being in love.
I hate being alone.
I hate being on my period.
I hate being moody.
I hate caring at all.
I hate crying.
I hate Joseph.
I hate attempted adultry.
I hate men.
I want to be left alone.
I want to snuggle with someone besides a three-year old.
I want to be loved.
I want to be cared for.
I want to be thought of first.
I want to be happy.
I want to be in love.
I want to be disgutingly giggly.
I want to be so drunk I can’t feel anymore.
I want to be noticed.
I don’t want to have to slam a door for someone to know something is wrong.
I don’t want to feel like a burden.
I don’t want to be usless.
I don’t want to be pathetic.
I don’t want to cry.
I don’t want to hurt.
I don’t want to feel.
Life is feeling. We just have to control it that’s all. I live by the idea that fate is the cards we are dealt, destiny is what we do with them. Peace to you.
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