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Date Posted: 21:55:18 10/02/03 Thu
Author: anniebear
Author Host/IP: 24.165.96.234
Subject: dfbfhgdfgdfsgsf
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
Mabye six feet ain't so far down
I love that song so friggin much it isn't funny. It's so sad, and yet, it's so me. Creed has awesome songs. Anyway, to the real subject. This post is going to be long and boring, and so if you don't want to read it, don't , I just need to vent in someplace where there is a slight chance someone just might acutally give a crap. Where do I start? Volleyball. I love the sport, but I can't serve the ball over the net, and I almost started crying because of it. Then I almost got sick running laps, I started coughing and my chest hurt, I hit the ball and almost threw my back out. Then there's this kid I could strangle. She's in sixth grade, she's first year, she's good, and she knows it. She thinks that Evie is the whole team, the team revoles around Evie, she knows everything, and she is "da bomb". I can't stand her, I just want to slap her across the room. Then there's my best friend, Jenni. I don't really want to be friends with her anymore. I mean, I love her and I care for her, but I just don't enjoy being with her as much as I used too. She's two years younger then me, and I only have one class & lunch with her a day. She just seems so incredilbly immature anymore, she doesn't believe me when I say I like biology, and she thinks I don't trust her. It's not true. And I have no one to really talk to about how I feel about the whole thing, my friends either could care less or they will just say "Oh, I'll pray for you." I need more then that! I need meat, I need real advice. Then, we had cheerleading tonight, and we're expected to teach ourselfs. We complained to the principal, and I told her exacatly what I thought of our uniforms. I told her they were dorky, forgottening the fact that we can't say dorky in school, (or shut up or stupid or crap or a bunch of other words). She didn't say anything, thank God. Anyway, I don't know what else to do. I'm worried about some friends, can't stand some people, and I just don't know what to do.
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive, I'm just out to find, a better part of me. I'm more then a bird, I'm more then a plane, I'm more then some pretty face outside a train, and it's not easy, to be, me
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