APRIL. why is it not my month?
why do people ask me tons of questions when they know i don't wanna talk?
why don't people just leave me alone when i want them too? but when i need them the most, no ones around...
why can't i figure out what's wrong with me right now? why can't i motivate myself anymore? why do i push myself to do the things i don't wanna do but can never initiate the things i want so much?
i'm totally thinking about so many things right now. i'm moving out of my moms house tomorrow and moving in with danny. then in july or august were moving out with randall and maybe jr.
i'm totally at a cross roads, thinking of going back to school or getting a second job. i'm basically broke and with moving out i would need a second job. but if i don't go back to school i'll never motivate myself again to get my fucking deploma. hmm..
then this faggot who asked me for my number called me fat and a slut and a whore. then, the next day, he has the fucking audacity to walk by my work with his friend and laugh. i thought that was fucking tight and now i'm just the most confident women ever!! he's basically lucky that i
was working and i
didn't have a 9 inch crow bar on hand. because i would have brutally murdered him in front of everyone and cut out his friends stupid smile and gave their mothers the address to where i dumped their piece of shit bodies...so basically i've been a walking talking bitch because he fucking pist me off. yeah, i know he's a worthless scumbag and i shouldn't mind his critism, but i'm only human. i do have a big ego, and yes, it does bruise easily. idk. that was just the shitty topping on my shitty month.
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