fuggin' slutface

Hm... today was good.
this weekend should be good.

a majority of the time i hate having to go home.
I hate the thought of being in my house.
I hate it even when I'm alone.
I just want to turn 18 and not have to worry about being HOME on time and crap.
I'm 17... my curfew is 11.
you'd think that they'd give me a little bit more freedom so that i don't go hog-wild when i turn 18.
secretly i think they want to keep me caged up like they do now when i turn 18.
I really hope they don't
or atleast i hope i can free myself from it.

ugh now im in a bad mood.
crazy.

ok. i need happiness?
weed?
no no
ugh
i need those people who make me happy.
they know who they are.

valentine's day is coming up
:/
hmm?
:D

I'm grounded.
shoot me in my face 5 times
and then take out my heart
and stomp on it
until it's as flat as a pancake
then cook it in a frying pan
and then serve it to the dogs.
I deserve it?

hm... ya this turned out to be depressing.
thats what i am.
fuck it.