4:30am

its early in the morning. I can't fall back asleep. I want to fall asleep with my mom. Taylorwont pick up his phone. I'm so hungry I feel sick. But I'm scared to leave my room. I saw the 4th kind. No more scaryovies for me. Fuck the itouch. I just want to cry. Emmett is really warm. I woke up wth him at my feet under my covers LOL I'm sure Taylor thinksim a bitch consideringim always yellfing at him. But he thinks that mking fun of me all the rme is unny. Ihate it. I said pickled cucumber because hats how I was raised to say It and he laughed at me and I just sat there. And them I called him a prick. He frustrates me, so I call him names, and then I feel sad because I wuldnt want that. I dont want to be that kindof persn. When he tells future girlfriends about me, I want him to havegood things to say. Ive beenawake for an hour and 15 minutes. I'm gonna hate life atscool/when I haveto close. FUCK itouch. How is "close" aythigjg like "floor"? Fucking predicmive. <-- ugh.