I wish I knew what to do. I’m turning into a cold heartless beast. I’m afraid to start new, because I’m afraid of something that will last I guess. I tend to stick with the old things. I wish I could just get over them, move on, not worry or give a fuck, and be happy. I complain all the time about how things in my life suck now, but it’s all my fault. I can’t seem to stay away from the “bad” factors that cross paths with me. So I complain about this town all the time, because there’s nothing new and nothing to change. I know almost everything about this place. So in turn, I believe, it’s hard to get/do new things. I officially have 47 days until I leave this awful place of a town called Warroad. I can’t wait for Sonshine, or to see my dad. I just can’t wait to start something completely new. I know for a fact, that that itself must be able to cure my madness and sad pathetic hopelessness.

They just do it for the attention. Unless you only tell one or two people, it’s for your own personal feelings but after you tell over 5(like in your case 9) it was all for the attention. So don’t even talk to me about it anymore. It makes me sick.

More than likely no. I personally am not a huge fan of the Beatles. They may be good, I’ve just never listened, or had the urge to listen to them.

This would be a time where I’m being serious, but I wouldn’t tell anyone or say anything to anybody.