I got to stop writing at night at the same time. Church wasn't bad.. I just dont agree with certain things. Reunited with people who I met two years ago, an met new people. Awesome but I feel like I'm missing something thats making me feel as if I dont understand.

Or maybe thats the answer.. I dont. I know enough for now. A bit to much.. Or maybe I'm wrong?
Dam* you Nicholai an your reverse physchology. It messes me up.

Maybe I'm asking for to much? My walls dont seem to be answering me anymore.

What would you do if you had all the money in the world?
Revenge.

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I hate the feeling of your spirit being broken in half and the fact that you cant find the peices to tape it back together without someones honesty.

Well, ignoring the xanga time and going to my guidelines, it is currently 8:51PM 8/30 and this weblog would be my entry for sunday, 8/31 also.

I've haven't been on a computer for this long before, AKA all day. Although I do miss certain people, the day overall was distracting and calm.
My mother is sick, so I had to stay home for the day to help her and watch my sister. Meanwhile, I've talked to Aaron for half the day and hung around on xanga.

But you know the question that came to mind earlier?
How did the human race change the real meaning of b!tch into a discrimination?
I'm serious.

*Bitch- female dog: a female dog, or the female of another related animal, for example, the fox, or another carnivore, for example, the ferret.
**Bitch- What humans like to call fellow humans when they've said something to affend them; to express anger; express a grudge towards one another.

How can the human race get something like that out of an animal name? Same thing goes for ass. And to think I've got church to go to tomorrow.. Grahh!!

Some promises you make are good, but Dennis.. You are an awesome friend, but please dont force me to go every sunday. I dont agree with christians' attitudes today because all that comes from they're mouth is a sin, such as this. No one is perfect and I'm not one to impersinate something I see with my own two eyes.
So, I'm going to say I've become the worlds b!tch because I have too big of an opinion that people dont exspect out of me. Oh well.. I have to stop lieing to you and myself somehow right? Sometimes the truth is gonna hurt.. It hurt me.

On the dark side, another pair is added to the whiskers fan club. It made me sad at first, an a lil scared.. But what do I have to worry about? I'm being stupid for not trusting someone who I know I love. What the f*ck was my problem?
^Something I need to work on for my low self-confidence.
But on the bright side, I have to stay up for the second night in a row to wait for my sister to come home. Oh jolly-art-thou, thats not bright.

Till then.. I miss you snickers.. Please sneak in through my window tonight..

La de da de da..

Hmm, what to write, what to write.
I have no idea but I am horribly bored with an ugly xanga.
But thats alright.

You know what sucks? Not knowing what you plan to do when you get out of school.. Feeling prone.

--Didn't know 'Martyr' is a band. Oh well.

Yeeeeeah.. Uhh. Hi guys.

I'm bored. And back.

..What the he*l am I doing?
I felt like coming back, oh well.

I lost my cord to my computer..
Yeah.
I'm screwed.
It sucks.
What am I to do now?
Oh well..
I lost it.

                                      Hate is such a bad thing.

Hoo-Hmm.

--You know the feeling where you wish that you could just speak in riddles? Or the guilt you feel when you'd do anything to just be there for someone, but you cant because your trapped? All you can say is that it sucks alot-of-bum.
Its almost 9 and I am dead beat tired. I hate journals. I dont like xanga. I dont like anything where you write cr*p in all the time. It was a big thing for me, but I guess I've grown out of it. But its for that purpose (on everything I've written above) that I hate these things. I have enough low-self esteem that I dont need to come back and say "how many people read this shizz?" Think about it and you'll know what I'm talking about.
The real reason why I dont like this d*mn thing is because I cant write what I want in it because of fear. I want people to know certain things, but the outcome wouldn't be to shabby at all, if you know what I mean, jellybean's. I just want to live in a little box thats anti-sterotype, anti-sexist, anti-drugged, anti-religon, and so on so fourth with people who wont end up back stabbing me later. But then again, look at myself.
Oh jolly-oh-thou I'm so pathetic, excuse my stupid entry I just typed.. I'm bored at home and getting tired of waiting for my sister to come home since shes.. (I cant remember her age, thats sad.) Gone an irrisponsible.

Enough of my whineing. Smile da*mit.