I owe Hannah an apology that isn't just when I'm coked out at a party. A real apology ( Read more... )

The truth is about to come out, and everyone is about to find out how pathetic it was for people to try to con me, as Leah called it. And the rest of the truth won't surprise anybody, but I'm moving into an era of good decisions and honesty. And I'm taking a few people along with me, but I'm leaving all the negativity behind. From now on, I'm only ( Read more... )

So I talked to all the Burnouts and, according to them, their "arms were twisted" and their "cocks were teased" before they decided to spread gossip about me. I don't know if that is the truth, and I in no way endorse it as the truth, but those boys seemed heartfelt enough for me to rethink cutting them off. They seemed genuinely concerned about ( Read more... )

I could run my mouth forever but I don't have to. Everyone gets what they deserve anyway and there really is no such thing as the truth because falling trees really don't make a sound when nobody is there to hear. There is only one person I didn't want to cut off, and everyone else can go to hell for all I care. Go whore yourselves for drama ( Read more... )

It's funny that Lindsey and I had the balls to actually DO something, instead of just talking about it, and everybody got mad. But it was fun and a good idea, and now everything is a lot better between us.

And I'm not a fucking alcoholic. I'm not the one with the substance problem.

Edit: Yes, we actually did box.

I threw away my cigarettes. And I find it a lot more respectful for someone to be a good friend to me, than I find it respectful for someone to talk about me in inappropriate ways to all their friends. Nobody knows anything about who respects me or not. So shut up and worry about your own life. Smoking is my problem, and whether I feel somebody ( Read more... )

I really don't know how to act at all. I'm doing shit I'm not proud of, habits that I worked hard to break. [I don't need people talking shit about it, either.] I'm unbelievably cynical. I didn't even know I had it in me to be this cynical. I'm a little refreshed, a little sad, but more than anything I'm cynical.

Two words that had an effect:

Distance.

(What distance?)

Perfect.

(Again, finally.)

( Click. )

I'm proud of myself for putting in all the effort it took me to get to this point. Everything is better and we're happier. This is what I wanted all along, and I'm grateful I finally figured out how to make it happen.

Happy birthday boo.

You're full of bullshit.

Have a great life, I hope you get each and everything you deserve.