I got expelled earlier today, oh yeah, and I was held in the Morgan County Sherrif's office in cuffs. So I had a decent day, and what about you fine people?
Well, I also found that I was being lied to. Once again my assumptions were right on the fucking money. Damn I'm good.
If anyone hears anything about me in the next couple of weeks don't buy into it. We all know who is going to talk shit about me so I am going to be quiet about it. But for the record, none of it will be true and will be said out of contempt for me. It's getting ridiculous.
I don't fucking care. I am at my Mom's for the moment, so drop me a line if you know the number, all except the one. She knows who she is.
And yes, I do cry. At least I have the ability to show my emotions. Hiding them isn't healthy. I feel like shit so I cry. Does that make me a lesser form of life than the all knowing Meggan Piccone? No. Does it make me a better person? No. It makes me, me. So if anyone has a problem with the fact that I have severe emotional and anxiety problems don't talk to me unless you feel you can help me. Don't post a whole bunch of trash talking for no reason.
I will be here for tomorrow, I know that for sure. I will be sure to post. | 
