I feel like Hilary Duff in The Perfect Man... I could get so caught up in new places if I let myself. That's one thing I know I good at: running. And yes, I'm coming to terms with the fact that that's what I'm doing. Maybe I should want to change it, but right now I don't want to. I'm messed up... I keep saying that and telling people that. But no one believes me. Do I seem alright? If so, you'd be wrong. Sometimes I want to die young. I do. I don't want to deal with this stuff for another 70 years or so. Does it get better? I've always heard that it doesn't get any better. Heck, from my experience, it's gotten worse. "Highschool never ends," right? I'm wandering in a sea of jelly that doesn't taste good at all and holds me back more than anything. I should have gone to school today. Bahahahaha, I woke up this morning with 69 text messages. It's still the best part of my day so far. Alright, time to go to sleep.
Signed,
Another Blogger.
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