i. i. i.

i dont feel like making sense right now.
i dont want to be writing on my blog.
i want to be writing in my journal.
i hate it when i get blamed, its not my fault!
i swear honestly!
i miss falling asleep to music.
i miss not feeling guilty over everything when its not my fault,
it isn't me.
i dont enjoy things like i should.
i feel like sleeping and hiding.

I FEEL LIKE WRITING.

I DONT KNOW WHY I'M ANGRY, BUT I FEEL ANGRY AT EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW! I COULD JUST SCREAM!