It’s consuming, it’s frustrating and it’s revolting to feel. Just sitting around thinking about it makes me fidget. But feeling it burns. It’s as if my entire body goes into shut down, and I try to tune out and quit every aspect of my life. Without thought or regret, I say things I know I won’t mean later, I back away and put up my shield. Throwing myself violently down a shaft of...

Honestly? You’re a dick. You’re a shadow of the guy I thought you were. You’re in it for the attention and the manipulation. You like to play games, and you like to mess with people. Right now that person is me. That’s another problem you have. What did I do that caught your eye? Was it the way I curled into your touch? Or the way you would laugh every time I would fall, and it would only...

Wow, looking back on the past two journal entires, I'm kinda embaressed that those were all of my problems. Now I remember why I hate freshmen. So since then alot has gone on, if you're curious. Now going into my junior year of highschool I feel a lot more mature. No, I haven't had a steady boyfriend, but I've had two flings. Which both taught me some valuable lessons.1. When somebody is known as...

Okay, so the guy i liked graduated, and i was at the school yesterday (for marching band) and i was just eating lunch, when one of my friends gets up abruptly, and i turn to see her hugging him.Not seeing him since band camp over the summer (where i tripped over my shoes and landed on my face in front of him, gaining a slow clap from him, causing me to get mad and ignore him) i looked back down at...

I'm honestly going to use this journal thingy to vent. If you wanna read the troubles i have carry on reading, if you honestly couldn't give a rat's ass... well then don't?Okay, so I like this guy. Of course, competley cliche, right? but... he's a senior. That's right, i'm the dorky freshman, crazy liking the senior boy. Of course. Everytime my best friends bring it up, i blush, and look down out...