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I think... I'm not too sure what I think. I've been thinking a lot, lately. And I don't like to share my findings. But, I know I should share them. I just don't know how to share them.

Gargh.

I just want out of this house. I don't like it here. You know how you always here teenagers whining about "My parents don't understand me, they don't get it," and there is always that one person that says, "Well, I think they do, they were your age once."
But sometimes, the teenagers, they are right. Their parent's don't understand them. Because for something to be understood, it needs to be known. Mum doesn't understand me. She doesn't know me. She can't judge. The second that she does get to know me, then you can slap me in the face, and tell me that I am such a whiny bitch, and send me on my way. But right now, I say, suck to you, sir.

It's one of those times where I keep on checking my phone. Even though I know that it hasn't gone off. Every five minutes or so, I'll check it. And each time I get a tweet, I get excited, and then see that it's only a tweet.
I can smell you. You know, that one whiff of sent that is carried on the wind. That you breath in too quick, and long for more. I just want a hug. I just want to talk. Come on msn, please. Facebook. Something. Anything!! I just want to know what is wrong!!!! I know that I can't do anything to help, but I just want to know, and sit there, and help, and be nice, and

And

I feel like I'm in ultra blogger mode tonight. It's like, I want to write it all down, but when I sit here with the computer in front of me, I have no clue what words to put onto paper.

:/