• Well. Week 3. Doing Worse And Worse. I'm Not Sure Where I'm Going. School Sucks. I Don't Want To Do Anything But Sleep. And I Feel Like Puking All The Freakin Time. And My Head Is Never Ending. I Know I'm Being Kinda Emo...All Like, Death, But The Truth Is That I'm Terrified Of It. I Couldn't Even Think About Leaving This Earth. Though I Really Don't Think All That Many People Care, The Ones That Do, Do A Lot. I'm Not Sure. Maybe I Should Just Say Quits And Not Do Anything, And Become A Taco Bell Lady, And Live In A Small House With 37509570454750285 Cats. That Sounds Kinda Fun. =]. I Love Cats After All. But Really. If I'm Ever Going To Go To Law School, I Gotta Get My Head On Straight. I'm Sick Of Bad Grades And Yelling. On That Subject. If Their Going To Be Together, GREAT. Just Stop The Head Killing Yelling At Each Other. I'm Sick Of It. Sick Of Them. Together. Their No Good Together. I Said It From The Start. It Was A Stupid 329578 Mistake. And They Both Know It. If You Don't Know Me, But Your Reading This... I'm Kinda Crazy. =]. It Just How I Freakin Am. Take It, Love It Or Hate It. It's Me. =/. I Feel Emo Now. Dear Blog, I Hate Myself. Send Jesus To Kill me. lol. Geeze. I'm Going Crazy. Seriously. Anywho. I'm Done Here. I Have Exams To Study For. Those Grades Ain't Getting Them Selfs Up.

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