On the phone with mom. Turns out there was a pinch in one of her intestines, but she's taking these pills that have been helpping the intestine to open back up. She's happy because she's dropping the 30 pounds she gained in 2 months.
My brother's in town, but the line is busy. I guess I'm gunna go see him before I leave, if I can ever get through dammit.
Danielle's ex, Justin, is telling people I'm a Satanist. HAHAHAHAA!! And he over heard me saying it even though he's never been around me. I'm ending this fucking shit now.
Fuck drama! Come here into a town full of people that have to be cliqued and posers, and have psychos and stalkers out the ass, along with drama from people I don't even know or know me. I haven't lived at the beach for more than 2 months in 2 years, and people still talk about me like I'm still there and in hiding. Go the fuck away, I don't care about your life or anyone elses for that matter. Believe me, I have much better things to do with my life than to care what you're doing. It's called living my life, going to school and being happy with a sound piece of mind by severing ties of highschool bullshit drama.
I can count my close friends at the Beach on one hand(cuz one left and others are state(s) away), they are the only ones that matter there and they are the ones I still keep in contact with. And my good friends on the other, and they are normally the ones that tell me what they are up to. Put it this way, if you live at the beach I didn't know you in 2000, I really don't give a damn about you. Understand??
Let the old bullshit fucking drop and quit trying to stir up new shit just for the hell of having enemies and something to talk about. It's sad and pathetic... get a fucking life.
Damn, people fucking piss me off.
Alright, back to packing to get the hell out of this state for a few days.