Curmudgeon
default setting: sarcastic prick
Read part of a journal written by a gentleman from North Carolina in 1857. He and I may be the only two people that ever existed interested in the contents.
I guess trying to fit in here isn't my strong suite anymore. Kinda feel pushed out of the circle with you guys so I feel like a total reject ^^;
Maybe I should abandon everyone and just move on with my isolation plan...
I'm sick of this already. I don't want to be left out in school tomorrow. I don't want to look at her depressed face. It's all my fault. It's all my fault for everything. I'm sick of it. But I can't change anything. I deserve this. I deserve to be in pain and sorrow. If they want to treat me this way and they're all okay about it.. then I just have to tell myself that I deserve to be in pain and I deserve to be lonely.