#@!$&*#$$%!@#@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so unhappy I can barely write.

One word: parents.
Another word: school.

Parents + School= FML x 1000000000000.....0000000000....00000...

My only comfort: Linkin Park. Always there. Compliments of Imeem.

People don't talk to me. Anymore. I shouldn't talk anymore.

I need time. I need my distraction. I just want to sit. And write. And listen. And type. And read. And draw. And create.

And eat.

"It's" back. Old fucking friend.