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2 jobs, school, band. 16 years old.
I can handle it.
I can't handle people telling me I can't handle it.
I feel depressed because I feel blessed.
Someone gave me 60$ for school supplies because I haven't gotten paid, and I needed school stuff.
I don't want other people to need to help me.
I don't want my mom to try and be my mom.
She'll just stop being my mom again soon.
Blessed, and depressed.
"And I know that she'd understand how I'm both happy, and sad, and still wondering how that can be."
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I can handle it.
I can't handle people telling me I can't handle it.
I feel depressed because I feel blessed.
Someone gave me 60$ for school supplies because I haven't gotten paid, and I needed school stuff.
I don't want other people to need to help me.
I don't want my mom to try and be my mom.
She'll just stop being my mom again soon.
Blessed, and depressed.
"And I know that she'd understand how I'm both happy, and sad, and still wondering how that can be."
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Devious Journal Entry
It's freezing cold in here,
I need to text some friends back.
But dang.
It is so cold.
Gardening?
Writer's block is a pain in the butt, you know that? So now I'm just going to tell you all what's going on with this demented kid's up to. I am currently trying to weed out all of my fake friend, and have discovered someone who had been flying under my radar. A fun person, but mostly all I hear when he talks to me about me, or tells me something, it's always negative... "Sabrina so-and-so thinks you're a whore" Or there's "I just found out that you aren't supposed to wear leggings like that." It's so frustrating. I keep finding people like this, example? My recent boyfriend's friends apparently decided to make up all kinds of wonderful things
Boxes
As we pull into the funeral home, and step out onto the cracked sidewalk, I look around. Why are we here? I go inside, and there are rows and rows of concrete memorials lined up. I can't help but search for my brother's face outlined in cement. I find him eventually, but he isn't traced in concrete. He's trapped in an old picture that I remember being taken. It's done in a 3D box. He's trapped. As if being forced to watch all my family's fucked up decisions. He's not exactly happy in the picture. Just looking down, and you can see that he has bags under his eyes. Yet there still seems to be a smile playing at his lips... I touch the cold glas
Devious Journal Entry
Why the fuck do people have to remind me that they goddamned exist.
Yep, getting your heart broken doesn't kill you.
But it should. It was a long time ago, but dating my bestfriend. If he pulls the same shit on her, I will for sure cut his dick off.
Everything was perfect.
People need to stop existing.
Oooo.. Barbara is feisty.
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