Okay, just reading that… Is that about you? If so, you’re not like who I thought you were.

I still can’t believe you haven’t talked to me. What the hell.

I’m fucking tired.

Fuck school.

Fuck everyone.

I’m in a tired mood. When I’m tired, I’m a bitch. When I’m hungry, I’m a bitch. When I see something I don’t like, I get sad, pretend I don’t care AND THEN I’m a bitch. Lullllz.

Back at home, I would have just drank. But no. It’s okay. I’m good….

Whatever. I’m done. Kbye.