Yup. Thought things would get better. I don't think I could have been more wrong. So now not only have I lost Erica & Kirsten, I've lost Mackey as well. I tried to play for the highschool soccer team. Yeah, not going over so well. I flew to Massachusetts cause my GRANDPARENTS were dying. Bite me. Of course I'm going to go and see them. I love them to death. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. Cause guess what? Nothing's EVER good enough. I'm sick of Florida. I hate it. I either hope I
a) DIE & GO TO HELL
b) MOVE
I hate it here. I hate hate hate hate HATE IT. There is no way I could emphasize that enough. I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE HERE. It's hurting me. It's like I have nobody to hang out with. Not only that, but...It's not the same anymore. One more ******** time & I'll snap. No, this is NOT me snapping. I can't handle this. I hate Florida. I hate being alone. And that's how it is & I don't like it. I'm scared and I want out. I don't care if it's the easy way out or not, ******** you all. I'm sick of the teachers, the drama, the being alone, the people, the state, the EVERYTHING. I want to move to Massachusetts. And I WILL NOT STOP UNTILL I CAN. I can't stay here. I know this makes me sound crazy and all, but really, I can't. I have these moments where I cant breathe (like right now) and everythings going to fast for me and I can not take it. Not in the least. No one understands how badly I want to move. I can't even explain it good enough. ********. ********. ********. Hey guess what?
YOU CANT KICK ME DOWN CUZ I'M ALREADY ON THE GROUND.
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