I'm more of a social person. xD

You're just too good for the people you've met so far. But, you've still got time to meet awesome people deserving of your awesome company.

I don't necessarily hate all people. People hate me, though.

the weekend makes me so happy I can't even comprehend my own happiness. :'D

i'm trying and the people who should get that don't and the people who shouldn't get that do and i just--
i hate everything everything everything and nothing at all because i blame myself because i'm horrible and i can't--
i can't do this.
i don't know what's wrong--
no. i do know.
i just refuse to accept it.
funny, the only thing i want is acceptance.
i can't fucking do this.
where has everyone gone?
i'm terrified and relieved because--
this is how bad it is:
i'm looking forward to high school.
i won't know anyone. no one will know me.
and i'll keep it that way.
i'm done being close to people. it just hurts them or me or both of us and it's never right and it's sometimes wrong and it's just painful and i don't like it--
people. what the fuck are people?
what the fuck are we?
and why--what--how--have we changed?
what is this world and why do people care so damn much?
if people didn't care so much then it would be a helluva lot easier.
i could die and no one would care and that is GOOD because--
i can't fucking DO THIS.
everyone's trying trying trying we're trying too hard and we're trying too little and i don't understand why the world isn't utopia and i don't understand why the world isn't perfect and i don't understand why people expect me to be perfect and i don't understand why people try to unearth my secrets and expect me to be perfect and have no secrets at the same time--
i don't understand.
no one understands.
it's okay because it's not fucking okay.
it's beautiful because it's figurative not literal it's an idea a fleeting memory a glimpse what the fuck is it?
it's nothing.
it shouldn't matter.
it does matter.
it matters because it matters because it matters because it matters because people CARE why do people care?
why do i care?
why do i care?
why do i care?
why do i care?
why does it hurt it hurts because i care but WHY DO I CARE--
why?
and what--what really matters in this world?
nothing.
it's nothing.
it's okay.
it's fine.
i'm fine.
nothing's fine.
i don't know.
i don't understand.
i don't UNDERSTAND-COMPREHEND-GET IT-WHAT IS IT--
who the fuck knows?
no one.
no one knows.
no one knows anything because we all know everything because we know nothing at all because--because--because--
reasonsreasonsreasonsblameblameblameblameblameblam etheothers-
blame the friends blame the enemies blame yourself blame anyone but you
you are perfect
you are nothing
you are okay
i'm fine.
i'm fine.
i'm fine.
i don't know.
i'm trying.
we're all trying.
but--

i

don't

know.

*hugs*
I accept you and I love you. Knowing you hasn't hurt me, it's just been pretty awesome.
"You can't protect yourself from sadness without also protecting yourself from happiness." Not getting close to anyone won't help.
and we would care a fucking lot if you died. and it's good that we care.

*hugs back*
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I just... I'm sorry. I'm emotional. I'm--fuck, I'm crying. Okay. Okay. I'm just--I need to breathe. Breathe. Fuck. Okay, I'm sorry. (wipesawaytearsbecausemomiscomingovertoseewhatswro ngshedoesntknowsheshouldntknow)
thank you.

I've said this before: Somewhere Over the Rainbow is one of the saddest songs I've ever heard.

Wtf.
Wtfwtfwtfwtf.
You can't just ignore me for half a year and expect to talk with me like nothing freaking happened. No. Just no. You used to be my best friend and then you left. You ignored me. And then you're all HIII like nothing happened!
NO.

I'm not even going to be able to talk with you normally again. Never. And whose fault is that?
Haha. And don't think I'm gonna answer when you ask more personal questions. Jeez.

*thumbs up for Lvhamsters*