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breakaway
my heart's cursing...
Thursday, June 9, 2011 // 10:09 PM


i'm not sure if it's to do with PMS but i have never in my whole life.. maybe once or twice felt this bad. I feel like... my head's exploding. and no it's not ENTIRELY to do with the fact i'm doing maths but srs ><"

i feel sooo hollow. might also be because i 've just finished a depressing episode of You're Beautiful or that i'm listening to depressing music, but i feel like crawling into my soft comfy bed and ever coming out until i'm like.. 23. ><" no idea why that age but ...

and person on formspring. please stop spamming. there's a reason why the suicide rate is really high you know? if you haven't got anything nice to say, then don't. you might not know it, but i'm kinda sensitive you know? and when you say those untrue things, ANON too, it makes me feel... like.. i have a migraine. but that's not it. at the rate you're going, you're gonna grow up sad and lonely okay? listen to the song "mean" by Taylor Swift okay? because like it or not, i think i would know who i am better than you do. so stop bugging me with those useless comments about me because it doesn't say anything about me. ALL it says is that you are a sad low life person who finds it interesting to write insults to someone. and before you tell me to get a life, look at yourself and ask if you have one. you HAVE no idea. what i feel okay?? so don't judge me. you don't know what has happened to me. you have NO right TO say what you say.

okay.. rant over. sorry ><"

i hate people who lie.

truth is best. i'm not talking about those little white lies that won't hurt people. but those lies that are told purposely. These lies can hurt people in more ways than one. Those lies are not acceptable in anyway at all.

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