College.

I want out.
I hate you.
Not really.
I just. Can't stand you.

It's getting really old.
I want you away.
I want to go away.

p.s. This. All of this that is going on. Can't happen anymore.

Can I leave now?

FYI.

Being a bitch.
Yeah, that's you.
Won't change anything.

Forget.

Officially falling.

Yeah, I haven't really had my. not my.
I haven't had a youth group in a while.
Those people were a group away from home.

Forget that.

Now what am I supposed to do when someone says I don't care about the line?
Why?
Because I made plans and our instructor changed them?
That's not my fault.
I changed everything around it.
I miss one freakin' practice.
Not a competition.
Not a football game.
Not a Saturday practice.

Just forget me.

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Again.

My head is pounding.
I want to sleep.
I think I will.

Sweet dreams.

It feels good to blog again.

Mistake.

I really thought this point of this.
Was for people to come and enjoy.
And do what they love, and makes them happy.

I know me, as much as I don't get along with people.
I want them to join.
I want them to have somewhere to go from home.
Somewhere that people can express themselves.

That's what I always thought.
My bad.

Frustration.

I can't even put into words.
All I'm doing is sitting here crying.
Of course.
You all day.
You coming tomorrow.
Us fighting.
My reflection.
Everything.
On and on and on.