I don't fucking care anymore if you like my rants or not. I'd cry again, if my head didn't hurt so much. It's about art school. Sometimes I feel like I just wanna leave all that shit, and live my life without worries. But I just can't leave my friends. Laura, Klinta, Telma&co. Besides my mum won't let me. Trust me, sooner or later, I'll start cutting 'cause of the stress. I saw Christopher and Ellen on the street today. I was surprised that seeing them kissing and cuddling will hurt me that much. I just wanted to walk up to her and slap that back-stabbing slut. Oh, so she thinks that she's so popular? I quote Charli: "She's not popular. Her vagina is." (Yeah we're friends now. Did you know that she's living in Lithuania with her dad? You would think that after a month of being best friends, I woul know that. I actually thought that both her parents are... err, yeah, not among us anymore. I'm shocked. I honestly could not speak for a half hour.) Ok, rant over. Short one, I know, but I really wanna go to sleep.