July 2010
oh my goddness, i had never heard plath read her...
an overwhelming feeling of eagerness is taking over my mind and i just sit and wait for it all to hit me. leaving will soon come, sooner than i think. but in reality, i wish i could relive a thousand moments i have with you. i wish i could relive the second i met you and change the next two years. i wouldn’t let other people dictate my feelings and relations with you; who knows what...
i fucking hate crying; i never want to cry again. i hate this feeling.
I’m so fucking hateful. I hate being this way. I hate the things I do. I hate how I interact, if you can even call it interaction. I hate living here. I hate how my mom treats me like I’m a child half the time and an adult the other half. I hate. I hate. I hate.
