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Yes, another entry. Yes, procrastinating. Damnit. Bleh. Hmm, today was okay. I guess. I hadddd : IST. I managed to get some of my website done. Wonderful. Jennifer gave me my late…late birthday present! Thankyou Jenniferrrr I WUUUUUV IT lulz. Then  Science. OMG. IT WAS SO BORING. BLAAH! At recess I played DS with Gina (Jina LOL) and Angaaaayeeee. After recess was HSIE. That woman Mrs <GEO DUDE> bores me so much. My god, it was like listening to a bee humming. Bleh. Then Maths. Which was slightly interesting. Gina and I have created: Border Security for Otaku freaks AHHAHAHA. Damn blog. At lunch I drew Biag’s english picture and had a small “tiff” with aheem. Refer to previous blog. After that I had english which wasn’t so bad. I solved a mystery! ^^ Then RE. Meditating and speeches. I should really do my powerpoint. I really should start. I got tonight and tomorrow to do it AHAHA. I better do it or Mrs <JIGGLY FLABS> will do something stupid like send a letter home. Idiot. After school was alriiight I spose.

I wonder, do I really mean anything to anyone anymore? Do I even mean anything to
myself?   I guess not.

I’m obsessed with: Switchfoot - Only Hope. It’s real good kids. Go download it or something :)~ Maybe it has something to do with God. Who cares. Its good. Clicks for religous people
I suppose~

You know what? I’m going to explode. I need to get away from you before I blurt out everything I hate about you. I’m already falling apart at the seams. My sanity going to explode into a rage of fits. Why do you irritate me so much? Why does everything I do seem to be nothing compared to you? Why do I always say the wrong thing? Everything you did to hurt me, I still remember and I remember how much it hurts. I still do. You may think that slapping me in my face, telling me I try too hard to look “cute”, that I look like a retard when I take pictures, telling me that hitting you was disrespectful, using me as a scapegoat right after I came home from Overseas, relating every fucking thing to yourself is nothing. It’s not nothing. It’s fucking everything. It hurts and now that you don’t have “him”, you’re “nicer”. Yeh, you were a bitch. You probably still are, just less of. I have someone too, I think I’m probably became more bitchier. More open, maybe. Meaner to you? Yeh, I guess so. I don’t exploit your secrets. Cause I’m not that much of a bitch. But I know I am. That’s cause I’m me. I hate how you make me feel so stupid and little. I hate how everyone expects me to be with you. I hate how I don’t like you, I hate how you point out the obvious. I hate how you look at me and I hate your voice. I hate how you like to act SUPERIOR. I hate hate hate. I hate how you like to pretend. I hate how you act. I hate that I’m not fucking perfect. I hate that you’re everything I’m not. You act so big. I hate how you like to contradict yourself. Alright, you dislike her. I do too, well not so much anymore but you don’t have to give me that look when she says anything. Its called freedom of speech fucker. I hate that you always better me. I just want to get away from you. Before everything that I’ve concealed in my heart bursts out. I won’t be able to control myself. I won’t be able to stop.  I won’t be able to go back and be simple. Because you know what?
I’m fucking complicated. You can’t push me around anymore, because I can be stronger. I will be stronger in mind and physical abilities. I won’t let you talk me down. I’m
different now. People change, I guess I constantly change too. I’m not that girl you can
push around anymore, you can’t make me cry anymore. Because you know what? You’re not worth it.