May 17, 2006
May 07, 2006
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tristan + isolde makes me so sad. and i'm happy, but i'm sad. i hate being 18. i hate getting old. but i'm so ready to leave. and i'm afraid i won't get into college, and i won't find anyone who likes me, and i'll spend the rest of my days eating and getting fatter until i die, alone, on the floor, being eaten by wild dogs.
i wish i had the will to clean my room. or do anything other than watching sad romances and eating chocolates and brownies and wishing it were my tormented love on the screen. all of my friends have either had boyfriends or do have boyfriends. i hate being fat.
i wish i were irish. i've got the looks, just not the accent or the heritage.
i don't think i get to visit my friends in germany this summer either.
i hate this.
aye me.
i wish i had the will to clean my room. or do anything other than watching sad romances and eating chocolates and brownies and wishing it were my tormented love on the screen. all of my friends have either had boyfriends or do have boyfriends. i hate being fat.
i wish i were irish. i've got the looks, just not the accent or the heritage.
i don't think i get to visit my friends in germany this summer either.
i hate this.
aye me.