All my "friends" are being bitches and I'm getting really sick of it. I think I need to find some new people to hang around. So, I'm working on that. This is my prime in life anyways, right? I should be getting recklesss.
I gained a pound. Ew gross nasty. I know. I'm working on it.
I ... I finally like a guy. And he's not complete bum. And he's nice. And he likes me. And he makes me smile. And he gives me butterflies. And ... I think we would make a pretty sweeet couple.
Skins was so depressing tonight. [Yess, US version on MTV] *spoiler* Fucking Tea gave Tony the clap and he gave it to Chelle. I was like "Tone whut.the.fuck we're supposed to get married" And Chelle was all crying at the end and it was just so depressing. ugggh.
It's getting reallly hard for me to express how I feel. I just .. I don't know how I feel or how to get it out. I don't know what's going on. This fucking sucks. It makes me want to start cutting again. 213 days since I last cut myself. Proud of that. But it's so damn hard. It's like quitting smoking. Which is what the guy I like and I were talking about today.
I got in a fight with a twelve year old today. A fucking facebook fight. She drew a picture of a hand and arm and the wrist had cuts and it said "emo is ohkay but it has its limits" or some bulllshit like that. I got so pissed. I hate labels. They're complete bullll. And if you cut, that doesn't make you emo. You should see me. No bit of "emo" on me. And just because you wanna look emo doesn't mean that you cut yourself. I told her that a lot of people cut themselves because they probably have a mental illness. She told me "no it's because they're depressed" Depression is a fucking mental illness. DUMBASS.
My dad made cookies for the first time today. He's 50. He put the whole batch on one pan and make 10 giant cookies. They all got stuck together. He told me "I didn't know that they were going to blow up like that" Haha.
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