How To Get Over A Broken Heart?

I will never know.
My heart will always be broken, unfortunately.
This is the worst feeling ever. After everything, I still love him.
I bet he doesn't care. No, I know he doesn't care. While I'm dying.
You might think I'm over exaggerating, but I'm not. I wish I was.
I hope you never feel this. A broken heart is the most terrible pain.
I want to make it disappear, want to lose my memory.
I can't stand thinking about the past.
I wish everything could last.
Nothing lasts forever.
And I sit.
I cry.

Has someone stabbed my heart? The pain is unbearable.
This non-stop crying is really getting to my head.
I'd rather not be feeling this, rather be dead.
I'll stop complaining now. It's no use.
My life is just a pathetic excuse.
And Murad, I love you.
That I always will do.
Until the day I die,
I'll never get
over you

(My Muradiipoo).



Love is so painful...when the other person doesn't love you back.
Love is so painful...when the other person has tricked you into it.
Love is so painful...when the other person leaves you alone, for dead.
Love is so painful.
Love is so.
Love is.
Love.

What is love?


By the way, I'm suspended from school. Who cares though. I'm taking my finals in a small room all by myself, after tomorrow (well, actually, today, since it's 1:02 am), I'm never going back to Niles West. I'm considered a "threat" now anyways. Thanks all of you. You know who you are. Ruined my life (hint: start with M, M and A?) You just made this the worst year ever. It'll top anything that'll ever happen in my life. (: How cool...

Kevin Federline Pooping.

I ran with these scissors. (: I'm such a rebel. Don't you think? Aren't I so cool? Um, anyways. Hello, there. I don't know what I'm typing and why I'm typing it. I'm just very bored. Noni (real name cannot be shared, which is my rebel/hyper/psychotic/freak/weirdo/pooping on chairs buddy) is sitting right next to me. She's pooping. (: So am I. We poop on chairs. I don't know what's wrong with me. My mother is sitting to my right. She's also pooping. We're so cool. We run with little kid safety scissors and poop in our pants, while sitting on chairs. I love Vitamin Water. (: It's so good. I really hope nobody reads this. I really don't know what I'm saying. Goodbye.

Unsafe Driving.

*Angie moves steering wheel, while Ali is driving. Car starts swerving.*
Me: What the heck is wrong with you? Are you crazy?!
William: Don't you want to die?
Me: Yeah, but if we get into a car accident and I don't die, I'll get in trouble.

Big laugh of the day (05/31/2009). (:
Remember, don't be an Angie, and drive safe.