Why can't you just let me be the fucking loser I am? I don't want to suceed, I don't want to be rich and famous and powerful. I want to live just like everyone else. I didn't ask for this.

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I want to write, but there's nothing to say.

I want to cry, but apparently my tear ducts have dried out and shriveled up.

I want to go out, but not with any of my friends.

I want to figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life.

I want you. But you're busy, and I'm taking up too much of your time as is...I keep forgetting you have friends, and I keep you all to myself. I'm sorry for that, I just don't understand you.

Blah blah blah. Oh, and blah.

Stayed home sick today. No, of course I'm not sick. I'm just tired, and my head hurts, and I feel like staying home. I don't feel like going to school and listening to all the stupid stories and rumors and drama. I feel like painting. But I'm not painting. My grandma has all my brushes and most of my good colors for a project she's doing. I don't really need the bright colors, all I can picture in my head is dull. Buuut, she has my brushes, and I'm not about to finger paint.

I've seriously been watching VH1 all morning, and doing government homework. I need to go out, and the sun is peeking through the curtains...