I wanna shoot the whole day down

DAMMMIT.

I HATE MONDAYS.

AUGHHHHHHHH.

I feel like a failure already, and I've only had two classes.
I'm going to fucking lose my mind.
I hate my pottymouth, but it was my dad's fault.

I'm in such a shitty mood.
I wanna go home so quickly.


Monday, later:

Poster signing was depressing. Like no one signed my poster. I'm kind of seriously distraught by it. Some people didn't even have the decency to write ANYTHING, especially people who I thought were cool or friendly. That sucks.

Lost & Insecure

Tell me something nice so I forget what I heard.
Show me something wonderful so I forget what I saw.
Show me something new so I can no longer remember.

Save me. I don't want to do this again.



Sam, you are the devil. You are too beautiful and too malicious to be a child of God.