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Tuesday, Dec. 04, 2001 3:37 p.m. I wish my friends had cool nick names like racecar,or union or something like that. maybe it would give me reason to like them. I don't know any other person who would understand my life. I really don't. If i tried to tell you about my life you would be so bored that you would track me down so's you could put me out of your misery. There is no way i will ever be in a relationship with anyone. It is so much more complicated that you could ever imagine...way to much for any normal person to handle. Much less to put someone else through. God forbid. So that is the reason i will die an old maid. I have come to grips with that. Not really though. On a lighter note...I was searching around on Diaryland for a good read, and I found a diary that looked like mine with a few slight changes. Kinda dissapointing. Oh Blah Dee. Life goes on. Without me. I was @ Yahoo!Club for Brand New (again) and all these people who are allowed to have fun are all talking about how much fun the shows are, how much fun they are going to have whne they get there. Ouch. Just ouch. That stings so bad. Here is a little reflection for ya: When I turned 11, my childhood ended, and this half adult, half baby life began. Can't do things teens do can't do things adults do. so basically i can't do anything. ( unless of couse i was one of the Elite...take that you guys) and i can't do a thing to change these circumstances. This really burns my biscuits. Damn, Damn, Double Damn. Bye then that is enough for now. Oh and those of you who keep asking me to put a picture on this diary, If you want it send my a gold membership for christmas. *winking & smiling* |
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