all of my friends are on facebook and myspace now, i have no place to just talk. to just live, to just be me. to be an emo, fucked up little girl without someone saying that it's not me. i know that i'm typically upbeat and insanely happy, but i'm really not. i'd be so much happier if i was truly happy. i'm just euphoric to be out of my house, that's why i seem happy. and now i'm going home. i really hate that. i don't want to go home. i can't stand the idea of leaving. i really can't. but at the same time, i'm glad that i can go back and be the angry girl i was. i miss her, i don't know what box i put her in, but it's one that i acci