|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||mr brightside|
..close your eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth...
this is my journal that i will write whatever it is i please in it.
i know i say that for all my journals..but this one is going to stay private.
i love him.i really do. hes all i want
hes all i'll ever really want..or right now anyway
today my mom made me feel like complete shit.
because i dont have a job or anything
she doesnt want me to fall behind
and trust me, neither do I..
oh i dont.
its just sometimes i like my freedom
but what good is freedom when you have barly any money?
i need a job---im a fucking disgrace to the purpose of life.
atleast i go to school and attempt at good grades.
whatever..i dont feel good, im depressed. somethings in my throat.
idk what it is--whatever
sleep for me, or else i wont wake up to finish my math final tomorrow.
he is sure 2 die