greatttt.

Well this effing sucks. Idk really, life? Okay, there are some good parts. But really, it all comes back down to my theory, can we really just leave friends that aren't good for us? It doesn't matter what other people think of you, say to you, and bring you down, huh? Ok, well what if everyone you knew was liek that, and the only people who are nice to you are only like that because they're being polite, and you are completely utterly on your own? (even your family- hey, it could happen with my kinda parents) \

I'm not saying my situation is like that. Heck, i have too many good things to complain. Sure, someone's bitchy or an asshole every once in a while, but i have it better than many. But what if what if what if... I heard that's what authors live off of. Get their inspiration from and stuff.

And i STILL don't know why i bother talking. It usually just gets me that LOOK. I hate that look. It's liek this glare people give me when i say something stupid that's like "You stupid!" Without words and a hundred times worse. Eff you. Like that Lily Allen song.