tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79677422011-04-21T10:54:27.017-07:00Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04147655263446905468noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967742.post-1092870632562224432004-08-18T19:08:00.000-07:002004-08-18T16:10:32.563-07:00I finally left the morris home. I think that I over stayed my welcome. Everytime that I walked in to a room I just felt like they rather that I not be there. But now I am home and comfy without feeling bad. I am glad cause I down loaded Lime Wire and it rocks so much. <br /> <br />Not illegal either so hell yes. <br /> <br />I wish my dad was home so that I could get my god damned back pack. <br /> <br />School is going to suck though. I can already tell. I hate getting up so early and the drama that will persue won't be fun. <br /> <br />But this will also be a good year for good things to happen. I have the friends thing down but this year I must do better at the whole learning thing. <br /> <br />I am going to go and listen to music so. cheers. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967742-109287063256222443?l=anniekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04147655263446905468noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967742.post-1092799018187653972004-08-17T23:14:00.000-07:002004-08-18T18:21:51.060-07:00well here i am again. <br /> <br />knowing that no one will really go to this journal is sort of rewarding because i can say what i really mean instead of sugar coating it. it's refreshing. it feels nice. well i am at the my friends the morris's house and i plan on trying to stop being moody and get over the fact...well that's all i'll say. <br /> <br /> <br />ergh. i have a terrible secret and it is killing me on the inside. i just want to tatto is on my face so that i can stop hiding. but it really dosen't matter because it won't work out as always. my <span style="color:#ff0000;">fucking</span> luck yet again. to bad that this one hurts more cause i can't be upset about it cause the situation won't allow it. i am really sad right now just thinking about what a smuck i am. <br /> <br />i really have no self esteem but i always go back to the same reason and my mantra. <br /> <br /><em>why should i?</em> <br /><em></em> <br />no one has told me to think any differently then i have for the last 15 years. <br /> <br />school better be what i want this year. i can't stand the same old shit. i had it and now i have tasted it and i need it. <br /> <br />it's an addiction. <br /> <br /> <br />and i am in rehab. <br /> <br />my own cozy little hell. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967742-109279901818765397?l=anniekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04147655263446905468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967742.post-1092623037479491662004-08-15T22:21:00.000-07:002004-08-15T19:23:57.480-07:00I don't know why i got this or even if i will keep typing in it. <br /> <br /> <br />well i like it. as kathleen says this is a happier place then typing in deadjournal. so i am going to go and see what will happen. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967742-109262303747949166?l=anniekins.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04147655263446905468noreply@blogger.com1