I hate it when ppl lie to me. Really, I do. I thought the world would know that. I'm not mad at him because he was uncomfortable with he situation, I'm mad because he wasn't up front enough to tell me. Now I've got yet another major acting job to pull off. All I have to do is pretend that it made me uncomfortable too. Not hard, no? Just brush it off as a temporary lapse of judement, and when I got there, it was really weird. Boys are dense, therefore at least half of the world will buy it. And what do i care whether or not i lie to my closest "friends"? It's not like they're sticking around anyway, and when they do leave, they'll forget all about me. I'm really truely nothing to them.
College in Nashville is looking better and better.
I can't wait to get out of here.
I'm so sick of brats who think they're better than everyone.
I'm sick of peple not having manners.
I'm sick of political fights and being attacked about my beliefs ALL the time.
I'm sick of being blamed for stuff I wasn't even alive for.
I'm sick of being called a hypocrite.
I'm' sick of cowards.
I'm sick of being lonely.
I want to go home, but I have no idea where home is.
I want to have one shoulder to cry on where I don't have to talk, and they don't feel they have to try and make me stop crying. I just want somebody's shoulder who understands that I just need to cry.