I shouldn't be awake. I have work at 8 tomorrow.
I'm exhausted.
I'm crazy.
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I've given up, I'm done.
Apartment next month. I'm terrified.
I'm going to start looking for a new job fairly soon. I'm also terrified to do that.
I'm a big, fat, scaredy cat.
xx
I'm done feeling so worthless.
and so defeated.
and I feel like this all the time.
I just don't care who sees it anymore.
I'm graduating.
I'm 18.
Ian wants me back.
Summer usually brings me simplicity, and the worst I usually have to complain about is the lack of parties and the ridiculous heat.
It's been overcast for three days and I have no desire to party.
I still can't wrap the term 'boyfriend' around my head.
My mom isn't coming to my graduation, but she wants to but the dvd. As if that shows any sense of remorse for how things are. She keeps saying I chose a side. I didn't, I swear. But if I did choose a side, I finally chose my own damn side.
I haven't seen Ian for a few days.
I wonder if I can kiss him yet.
xx
