YSaturday, May 21, 2005
so im sitting here waiting lyk a fool for u to contact me. i wanna contact u but i dunno if i'll end up contacting ur mom. feeling kinda depressed. dunno why. some horrible music by j.lo is blasting on my radio nw. i hate it.
its time for me to visit the dentist. 1 part of my gum hurt.
was reading some1's blog juz nw. she was complaining abt hw peeps sterotype peeps. wat she said was pretty true. hey. when u're a sucker for rock music.. it doesnt mean u have to dress punk or goth. fuck it. i wear wat i want. i say wat i want. i be who wat i want. it aint ur business.. and u've gt no rites sterotyping others. u pt a finger at me, my middle finger will be pointed back at u. so wat if im a sucker for rock music. it doesnt mean im nt allowed to wear heels, paint my nails pink at times, wear dangling earrings when i want, wear girlie clothes when i want [which i hardly do. but still do.], read fashion mags, and cry lyk a bitch when im upset. im human. means ive gt a right in watever i do. im nt commiting any fucking crime. stop discriminating me u asshole. i knw u hate me. guess wat. i dun care.
-i miss u. tok to me will ya?-
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