Late night secret

I am on team Jacob.
Don't be pissed.

another Diary treat.

Another diary entry from my past.
Here I am at eighteen.
Fall.
Entry one:
You wanna play that game?
It's on Bitch!
ha ha ha!

Entry two:
Today was good. I almost died.

A real Diary treat.

I thought that I would share with you some diary entries from when I was this old, sixteen.
Fall.
I am starting to feel like I dont know who I am anymore. I was so set on myself being that person but everything doesnt fit somehow. I only wish that I could be that way and as well liked by those select few as much as those select few. I feel lovesick, is it because I feel so lovesick that I feel so stupid? I feel like a terrible student and I cannot keep up with my guitar. I keep forgetting. Why do I feel semi alone once again? Feeling stupid right now bites. Stupid as it seems I really do feel way sad I didnt get asked to homecoming. I know its highschool and I'll get over it but right now I am butt hurt. I believe that I may be too weird for everyone. I presume that I have overdone it.

R.I.P

R.I.P,
represent in peace,
missionary.