Blah, I want to go back to sleep, but it's 3pm and I went to bed at midnight. I shouldnt really be tired, but I am, and either way I want some coffee, but I dont have any. Well, I think I'm going to go do my nails for the party tonight. Bye <33 + if we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left. like i cut up your angels, yeah you stab me to death.

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Pft, people are acting different around me latley.. Nobody wants to talk anymore, nobody wants to go to partys ((Or invite me)), nobody wants to even hang out, let alone show me affection. I havnt really changed exept for the way I dress.. I used to wear bright pink volcom T-Shirts, and Etnies and what-not, but I got fed-up with everyone being like "Oh, you're punk! Cool, me too! Wanna go out?" Like what the hell? I dont want to go out with you just because you claim to be punk. Morons.... So now I wear plaid pants, and black shirts, and fishnet stockings ((I LOVE fishnet stockings)).. I act the same, I still love to skateboard, I still love to party, I still have the same opinions ((still very opinionated as well.)) and I still want the same type of friends\\boyfriends.. Grr.. I'm done being all self-loathing-like now. *Be a hippie not a jock, grab your acid, not your cock.*

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In Art class today, I started crying for like, no reason. I wasnt really upset or anything.. But I needed cry.. and so Mr. Murdoch walked over and asked me lots of questions ((That were quite hard to answer because I was crying so hysterically that it hard are to speak)) and sent me to Mr. McDonald the guidance counsler. I know adults, and I know that you always tell them what they want to hear, and what they want to hear is whatever will get you away form them faster so when he asked if their were problems at home, I told him no. When he asked if their were relationship problems with friends or boyfriends I said no, and when he asked why I went to therapy, I said because my mom has nothing else to do with her money ((Which is an UBER lie in itself)). So I lied a lot today. My mother is an uber bitch, and wont do anything. Plus she's always yelled at me for not eating, or eating too much. She favors my sister over me, because my sister was an aspiring model, but decided to get knocked-up just as she moved out ((Some-what against her will)) so she could move back in. and my sister has hit me quite a few times, and threatens to kill me quite often as well, so yea, I supose there are problems at home. BUT ONLY A FEW!! My friends have no clue about anything. They choose to ignore anything and everything that ever happens to me and acts as though it's completley normal. Feeling like I want to murder my whole family, and sitting in my room for 2 hours plotting against them and being paranoid that they're doing the same, isnt normal. My boyfriend is completley moronic too. I want an intelligent boy who is sensitive and sweet and will go for walks in the rain with me, and will wear eyeliner without being like "Ew! Thats gay!" but not him. He is very insensitive and always tells me I'm ugly, or a whore, or fat. But I deserve a guy like him.. Not Mr. Perfect.. So there are the relationship problems with friends & boyfriends he asked about. I dont go to therapy because my mother has nothing else to do with her money either. Because in actuallity, we dont have extra money. I go to therapy because I have anorexia nervosa ((Or so the doctor & shrink say, but they're both idiots)). I also go for anger managment issues and because people think I'm just plain crazy. In conclusion, crying gets you sent to the guidance counsler, going to the guidance counsler means having to lie about your entire identity, and lying like that, cant earn you good karma points. So dont cry for no reason in art class.

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Like whoa, I feel obnoxiously fat. I had a milkshake and like, 5 shrimps. Thats way too much. Plus the A\C is broken so it's hot. Ew. So, I'm sitting here in sweat pants, and a navy blue Quiksilver t-shirt, about to keel over of a heat stroke. I think I'll go change. *My Name Is Not Tom*

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I have a new Nutang blog, and I hope you all enjoy it. It will mostly be about my uneventful, boring life. If you'd like to know more about me, read on, if not, why the hell are you reading this blog? Anyhow.... Here's my Bio.... Reagan. Female. Dorky. Emo. An Affection Whore ((For those of you whom dont already know, an affection whore is not an actual whore, it's someone who will hug, cuddle, or kiss anyone if given the chance)). A Caffine Addict. In Love. Married To Music & Heartbreak....... I love Music. Boys. Girls. Music. Love. Kissing With Your Eyes Closed. The Rain. Making Out. Reading. Black and Pink. Inside Jokes. The Smell Of Gasoline. The Smell Of Cigarettes. Kaluah and Cream ((How do you spell it?)). Salt. Caffine. Oreos. Blogs. Eyeliner. Lipgloss. Rainbows. Stealing Icons. Night Time. Walks In The Rain. Boys Who Will Wear Eyeliner and Not Say "Ew. Thats Gay!". Funny Made-up Words. Dying My Hair Fun Colors. Jelly Bracelets. Cords. Kurt Cobain. Davey Havok. Angelina Jolee. Patches. Saftey Pins. Piercings. Tattoos. Random Quotes. (("The Scars Remind Us That The Past Is Real." The Metric System Never Really Caught On In America, Unless You Count The Growing Population Of 9mm Bullets.")) Taking Pictures. Drawing. Poetry. Ect.... But I hate Overly Happy People. Racism. Sexism. Homophobia. People Who Call Me Anorexic\\Bulimic. Barbie. Trendiness. The Whole "Punk" Fad. Stupidity. Ignorance. Illiteracy. PeOpLe WhO tYpE LiKe tHiS. People who might call me yo. The Word Pimp ((You Guys Do Know That Means You Own Prostitutes... Right?)) When things break. When I Have To Fix Things. To Do Lists. My Hair. People. Obnoxiously Loud People ((Unless It's Myself.)) Ect...

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