((Things have been getting odd lately. It's like the entire world is jumping in my face to say "yes, this is reality, like it or not." Well, my now x best friend is going out with my x boyfriend, whom I dumped. I was angry at them both, and now, I just don't want to see them anymore. I try to be friendly with them both, however, every time I talk to them, I think of all that makes me furious, and I blurt out the question: "Why?" I ask this question a lot to begin with. As far as I'm concerned, neither of them exist. Whether it be her, or him. I refuse to let go of the independance I hold so dear. I just hate wasting my time avoiding the traitors. I saw his sister at the mall the other day. She said hi, and I pretended I didn't recognize her. She laughed about something. It's never that they are laughing that makes me mad... it's the fact that they have the nerve to laugh like that.
Someone tried to burn down the church that I used to go to the other Day. I have no religous beleifs because religon can control society so easy. My grandma is always blinded by those who say they are Christan. The person who was one of those who scarred my mind the most was on television. I despise her. It hurts. When I was young and naive, she always got me blamed for things she did. Her mother always slapped me. We weren't related so now, I beleive that that b***h of a mother had no right to do that. Once again, I am angered by the pure nerve to do so. I remember the church. Everyone was so stuck up, it was sickening. They thought that just because of their religon, they were much better than everyone else. I refuse to go to any church now. I never feel welcome.
I went to the dentist. I drink coke quite a bit, and when I found out I had 12 cavities, I wasn't surprised. My teeth are the biggest and pretty much only flaw on my body. I was told I wasn't allowed to drink coca-cola more than every once in a while. Telling me not to drink coke islike telling me not to eat. It keeps me regular, just because I drink it so often. Now it's quite hard to keep myself awake. When my dad began to throw it in my face that I couldn't drink coke anymore, I burst into tears. That was the first time I cried in years. It seems my hyper and overly happy mood is slipping away to fast. Even if it was harldy real in the first place.
I have been getting in more fights with my sister latley. She got her period, so now she's more of a b***h than before. I wish that I only had to see her every once in a while. She's less evil in small doses. She needs more dicipline. She's pretty spoiled right now.
My friends from my lunch table may be really scketchy, but if they are as weird as me, I can handle it. They are pretty true plas, or so it seems. I don't give them much trust, but... now that I think about it, they are pretty fun, and I think I can get around much easier... ya know, it's true. Writing in a journal really helps me out when I'm in a rough mood. 3nodding
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