why am i still hung up on you?

why won't you get out of my head? why won't everything around me stop reminding me of you? why won't your friends stop giving me death glares? why can't i move on?!

it's driving me crazy. i was better off before i met you.

and your stupid anime loving self, with your stupid epic metal, and that stupid comic you tried to make, and the stupid red hoodie you always wore, and your stupid hairstyle that never changed, and your stupid NOT ADORABLE glasses, and that stupid messanger bag, and the stupid way you thought you could sing but it only made me laugh.

if everything about you is stupid, why am i still hung up on you?

i think i thought in my mind

that you didn't actually hate me
now i see that you really don't want anything to do with me



well
cool

uuuuuuuuuuuhm

i officially believe in murphy's law. like, i think it should be renamed the law about molly and algebra II.

i took that damn final. i thought i did well too. and you know how i was talking about if i get a low grade, it's 16% of my grade? well, of course, i got a 70. GO ME. >:(


i give up.
forever.
algebra II is not for me.
neither was algebra I.

DAMNIT.

FUCK

I JUST REMEMBER THAT MY FINAL IS FUCKING 16% OF MY FINAL AVERAGE

oh god i hope i did well on it. i will cry. i WILL cry if my average drops down to a C. SO HARD.

damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit.

i've been in a really bad mood

for the past, like, four days or something. i'm not sure why, i'm probably just pmsing, but it really sucks.

there's really nothing for me to be mad, sad, or embarrassed over anyway. my friend was trying to be funny, and pointed out this grammar mistake to her followers on twitter, but it's nothing she and other folks haven't done before. hell, i do it time to time, too. it did get to me, maybe because i was already in a bad mood.

i don't know why i can't just be happy about something. today we went shopping, and i was so bipolar, lol. i was happy to be doing something for one second, and then the next i was upset because i thought my friends didn't want me there. i know better than to think that, but sometimes...i don't know.

i wish i could just hole up in my room and be by myself for awhile. sleep for like, 72 hours, and wake up and be missed. i think i just feel underappreciated. i guess that's what happens when you hang out with somebody so much, though. i know i'm appreciated, i guess i just don't hear it enough.

i guess that's why i keep saying i need new friends. not just people to talk to at school, but people who want to hang out.


or, you know, i'd like to just cheer up. i should look into smoking pot. i'm sure that would make me happier.

of course, i'm too smart for that, though.

i'm always there for people,

but are people always there for me?


ps. happy 111th post.

mpjgs;dj

i'm not very happy right now. i went to make a sign up thing for my grades, and of course i fucked it up too many times, so now i have to wait 24 hours. i just want to know my algebra grade, since i also forgot to do the stupid taks quizzes. god, go me. hopefully my other grades are okay enough to pull them up, but hell if i know. :( now i'm upset because i'm sure i'm failing. it's probably some sort of sign. or maybe i'm meant to be depressed over it because i'll get lucky, probably not, but whatever.

life's just not really fun right now. i'm sure it'll get better, but who knows, huh? this could be the start of it, for all i know.

in other news, i would love it if somebody came along with $1000 for the newspaper. we've got a really sick idea for the spread, but it won't happen if we can just scrap together $350 like normal. we'll be even more in debt, if we do that. god i hate money.

it's all whatever. i need to do something to get all of this stress off of me. maybe golfing again will help me chill out. probably not, but i need to do it anyways. my coach would kill me if he knew how long it's been since i've played. i'm probably shit, again.

kfdhdlsfhksdlgkh nothing is looking good right now. it's all so trivial, though. at least no one's dead, terminaly ill, or abusing anything. there's a positive for you.