2005-08-26 @ 4:09 p.m.
I just spent forever-and-a-day reading my old diary, no-fool.
I sure did laugh.
I was all "I'm punk-fucking-rock and you better accept that, or I'll call you a prep!"
Then I was all "No one understands me, they all think I'm happy. Really, I'm just happy on the outside, but on the inside, I'm bleeding and dying!"
Then I continued the madness by saying "I cut myself!"
Then I finished the shit-fest by stating "L8er Dayz" and "Keep Rocking"
Friggen, I was cool.
Sometimes I wish I was in grade ten again.
Or something like that.
But anyway, for shits and giggles, here's a link to a diary entry I wrote exactly two years ago.
And quotes:
"I seriously think I need new friends. Maybe it's because I'm embarressed to be seen with someone who can't control themselves and falls into traps so easily...Or maybe I'm just tired of hearing about all this shit."
That's drama.
"I'm the one who she tries to bum money off of so she can buy her drug shit (don't worry, I've only ever given her two bucks for cig paper)..."
I only quoted that because my use of the word "cig" makes me sad.
" Sigh, I'm tired of this life....
And seriously, I don't want to live it anymore...Like I said, I need new friends....Or at least one less...."
Like I said before, drama, drama, drama...
Other that the word "cig", I'm sad because that definitely was not the worst of my entries. I was ashamed of the diary when I opened bloodyjuliet, so I took away the older.html page and the previous and next links. But, if you're smart, you'll be able to figure out how to read all my...
"AwEsUm OMfuckingG EnTrIes"
And that is that.
-Jenine
