Sixteen; Well, this isn't looking good.

I think i'm falling back into a depression
or i'm having hardcore anxiety problems, again.

I've been in a real pissy mood lately.

No friends, it's not that lovely time of the month.

FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK FUCKKK

I was Brandon's body guard today, pratically.
People want to beat the shit out of him for a lie his ex-girlfriend made up.

WHOO.
I asked if he honestly thought a 5'3 girl could protect him
he said that people tend not to hit him when girls are around.

Ok.

I want to cry

I want to scream

I want to have fun

I want to meet someone that cares.

Honestly Cares.

Not that "i care, really." "Lawl guess what she did!" kind of dealio.
Is it so much to ask to be loved?

to have someone i can talk to?

Grah.

I mean, ihave internet people, that i can..

sort of

but i mean in person

NOPE

IMPOSSIBLE.

I'm reading a book called "Remember Me" Three books in one

By Christopher Pike or whatever his name is

i'm on chapter four or so

Pretty cool, so far.

Huge ass storm ripped through town the other day.

like HUGE
Lots of houses and buisnesses/buildings are flooded
i'm afraid to check out basement..

Damn mothes should go find another light, that's not my computer screen.