HAHAHAHAHAHA! I just read John’s Xanga and like 3 ex-girlfriends all commented on how big of a liar he is. They were mad that he told this new gf the same things he told them and whatnot. This is great, I have to talk to these girls. Shit, he’s a bigger player than I ever could imagine, I’ve never even heard about these girls. Woah. I am so over his sorry ass. He can have his new ass-ugly girlfriend, I’m too good for him anyway. And if you try to comment on this, John, I’ll block your motherfucking IP. So yeah, fuck off and die, k thanks =)

HAHA, wow. Don’t feel bad girls. He bought me a ring too, and pulled the whole engagement thing. lmfao. What a loser. I should have listened to the ex girlfriend but of course I thought it would be different with me. Ugh. ::shoots self:: Sorry Sacha, I believe you now. Sorry about your mother. Breast cancer is such a scary awful thing, I know you’ll both get through it ♥

Between The Buried And Me -

Remember that song? What the hell. I can’t sleep. I just went to bed… three hours ago? I hate when I get these “exhausted but not tired” fits. My body knows I should sleep but my mind just won’t cooperate and keeps racing racing, constantly. I’m tired of taking sleeping pills and having them not work, and I know the problem is deeper than that anyway. I’m just not sure what the fuck it is. It’s not like there’s some trauma I went through and I do know I’m capable of sleep. I was in a more “normal” routine earlier in the summer when I was with Dad. Whatever. I’m up now, no looking back.

I wish metalhead would stop playing fucking games. Dude, stop screwing us, seriously. Keep like, ONE promise you make and I will die of shock. When you were still trying to get with me, and I was totally just feeding you bullshit, you called all the time, and were so awesome. Now that I was honest with you, or at least Brett was, you aren’t around, and you fuck Joe and I over. Come on dude, seriously.

Not sure where the hell everyone went. I haven’t heard from anyone besides Donna and Brady all week. Kate, fucking call me you whore. I miss you, and you better come back up north for college, we miss you. None of this Tampa bullshit. You’re street. Jersey knows that. Come back? Hannah… what the hell. How busy can Iowa get? Drop the Hot Topic shopping bags and leave me a message or something, weeeeeger. Jess, where the hell are you at? I’m tired of reading the same sthressfest entry over and over, update. I’m starting to doubt your elite whoredom yo’. Michelle, I don’t know if we can chill before school starts for you. I’m not sure how the hell I’m going to get over to jersey with zero money right now. I could squeeze some money out of my child support check (heh heh), thanks dad. OMG, are you still going to Drexel? Duuuuude, I’m going to a college in Philly too, and then we can be trend sluts and slave to fashion together. You WILL dress hot, you’re so perfect and tiny, bitch. Love you all, whores.

If anyone was wondering by chance, why the hell I’m never on AIM these last few days, it’s because I’m on an ULTRA SECRET, ULTRA HIP screen name you’re not cool enough to know. That was mean, but yeah, I’ll be on later tonight, fags.

I feel like such a complete bitch. I’m really sorry. Don’t feel bad. I’m just some girl, besides, there are much better people out there than me. I’ll contact you soon, lover. Promise. I heart you hardcore and you know that.

xoxo