I'm so angry. I hate boys. I hate being fourteen.I hate being mindfucked.I hate being so mad you could cry.I hate not wanting to be sad so you're mad.I hate knowing something but ignoring it because you wanted it not to be true, but then having to face it.I hate this feeling.I hate how this goddamn entry has to be 100 characters long at minimum.I hate having your "first love" and figuring out just...

One of my best friend's has a father in the army - in the infantry, i'm pretty sure. Now, this best friend is a boy, and a typical one. He never shows any sign of worry for anything important . . . Ever. He's not emotional. He didn't like to talk about "it" when his father was in Afghanistan (He came back when he was due to, but he has carpal tunnel, back and knee pains, and needs a surgery before...

i'm happy!listen to Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae because:1) It's an amazing song.2) It makes me happy.3) Hot Chelle Rae is the shit.NO THIS WAS NOT POINTLESS I'M HAPPY.Welllll apparently this is too short..Way to be a mood killer, mibba.So . . . I'm happy cause it's SPRING! that means it's almost SUMMER! ahhh. so many fucking exams! i like it though, because it makes summer A LOT more...

It's 1:54AM right now and it's Monday night. Goodness, I wish I could sleep! I hope my insomnia isn't back. I think I could sleep if I actually tried, maybe. Oh well. I took a four hour nap prior to this so I'm good! (:I'm like mentally bouncing off the walls now. I was watching Stephen Jerzak's cover of My First Kiss & he ruffled his hair & looked hot as HELL when he was like, "Excuse me...

I don't keep a diary. I don't write down what I feel anymore. I suck it up.But I can't keep doing that because it's killing me.I haven't felt truly in love for quite a long time, but I can remember better than anything what it used to feel like. So maybe it's not love I'm feeling now, maybe it's the sweet nostalgic memory of it. Either way, it's driven me into hysterical tears.I haven't cried like...