I was being over dramatic. Yea, I was. Great. I feel like crap now. I messed up. Fuck. This really sucks. I hope I still have best friends. I'm going to call Tori Lee tomorrow and talk to her. I need to talk to someone and she'll get it. My mother just walked in. She couldn't get to sleep because she was so something I can't remember. She asked me why I was so rude to her. I didn't answer because I didn't want to tell her why. She stalked off, "I don't have to take this shit." My family is so loving, isn't it? Not that part. I hate it when I don't think. I feel terrible now. I think I felt betrayed too. Not sure why. Kind of have an idea though. My head hurts. I feel nauseous, and guilty. I think I was taking out past anger...? But I never thought I had any past anger... weird. I still don't think I do, but I am beginning to have my doubts. I hate the label "drama queen," it ruins my life the times that it's true. I'm going to stop over analyzing my life now and finish my homework, I'll talk to Tori tomorrow.
About Me
- Frankie
- i'm chessie | frankie , [spell it any_way, say it all the same] jollification, big smiles, silly faces, bows, +skinny jeans are fun, . im going to be famous. don't doubt it. i love the little quirks in people that make them different .i do what i feel, and sometimes it can get me into trouble. i love music .( [nevershoutnever!]+[owlcity]+[hellogoodbye] ) .coffee shops are cute ; but inside bookstores they're better. my friends are the most amazing people in the world. they help me get through the hard parts. but more importantly, they create the happy parts.
