7/25/10 , 2am.

punched in the face like Rihanna.
-metaphorically of course. thats how i feel. actually im hungry, and tired. not just physically tired but tired of being misunderstood. its 2 in the morning and i have on a very tight skirt with a pink top & a face full of make up. no place to go. my hair is down and my mind is full. of bullshit mostly. of all the things i want and dont have. of the sad reality that i call my high school life. suicide by suffocation, suffocation as in the walls are closing in. oxygen is gone and all i have are thoughts that make my head hurt & words that make me choke.