fifteen fathoms, counting

cn u just imagine. mj died. mg.

ok2.

yes. wen i have probs. il b disturbed n al. n al. so il startt loosing control n lisening to myself n start acting like my shoe size n not my age. yes i cant think straight n il start crapping like helllll n do wateva i wana do without thinking. but mostly i wont do anything. il just sit there quietly n mourn. il shhhhhhhhhh. yeah u can see me around not smiling, shhhing myself n my voice u cud hardly hear.

n yes. after one problem comes another problem. seriously. like tis morning. one prob almost solved, now is my parents. so aft that? wic one wil it be?

n yeah. eating. i kinda refuse. n if at all im hungry, i just dont feel like eating. mg.

i have to clear my mind. sit up straight. n think maturely. wth m i sayin. haahha..

i cant wait to get away. i cant wait for pmr to finish. then m no longer tied to school til next year. i cant wait to go to au. i wana get out.

i wana go