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baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010 // 10:15 PM

It's freaky. I'm sitting at home, only being insane, not thinking about what I should do, but what's gonna be my future. What may be my future. If it's gonna happen, by all means, I can fail everything. I don't know what I'm doing. What can I do? I'm that useless bum sitting all alone, rotting away. There's nothing I can do. I get tired too easily. I don't have that thing to push me forward anymore. Well, everyone knows Melissa is good at nothing but only studying, now I can't even study. It makes me uselessly worthless right? YES.

No, I'm not talking. No, I'm not gonna tell anyone how I feel. So shut the fuck up and stop asking me what's happening, what I'm thinking. I'm not telling. NO NO NO. Desiree knows what it means by idiots always get their way done. She's just experienced it. Jake, well he's never gonna learn that. I'm lying in bed using Shan's lappy, because I'm too freaking bored, I don't want to talk. I don't know why they've come back so early, but well. They are back. I miss the time where I never got tired no matter what I did, I gave my all for everything I do. When dreams do come true, but they will never come true. Lying on G's lap, dying in J's bed, hugging Danielle, carrying Shannon, french kissing Desiree. Things I'll definitely miss. God, I'm dying right now. Exams? It means nothing.