i fucking love my life.

there are tons of things in my life that i love right now. i could name names, but i shant. i love it all. even people i don't really get along with. it's called, "letting it go." i can't go to rehearsals anymore, i dropped out. thank god. it was getting too stressful. oh well. here's to the night!

i love my life. and a few other things, too.

And in the words of Evan Daly, "Draaaaammaaaa fer daaaaaaaaaaaaaaays."

Fuck that shit. Anyone wanna tell me how to delete this shit? I can confront a bitch when I have to, and I would do it in person, because I have BALLS.

Do you know what I hate? Self-righteous assholes. You have a fucking problem with me? Fucking come up to me and be a fucking WOMAN. You wanna be loved? You don't want to be bashed on LJ? FUCKING DESERVE IT, THEN.

Yeah, I changed. Know why? I decided that I shall no longer put up with anyone's bullshit. And by this I mean:

1. People trashing me about ( Read more... )

Standing in a grassy field
My head quarells with thoughts of you.

On one hand
My heart beats fast at night
I can't tell the difference between the dark in my mind
And the light outside
I feel so useless.
I lack a connection that we never had
There's nothing I can do

On the other hand
I feel you burning in me
Your hand touches mine and the feeling is gone
You' ( Read more... )

I don't know why it matters to Roman that I'm "talking shit" about Sam in my journal. Fuck you, Roman. At least I'm not the one stealing shit from people. Fuck you, Sam. At least I can believe in my friends. Fuck you, Aubrey. At least I'm not completely lame. Fuck you, Reno. I thought we were friends. Fuck you.

Much later:
I wrote something earlier ( Read more... )

I'm upset.

With all that's been going on in the past few days, I should be hurt. I should be sad and upset and crying. But I'm not. I'm cool with this. I've done a lot for Sam, and if this is what she wants, then she can have it. You know? I'm not even really that bitter. I've got new friends. I've got two people I know will be staying stable for me for the ( Read more... )

It kind of bugs me that no one really responds to my journal entries. I don't know. I'm putting the effort out to keep you informed, and you guys just don't bother.

I think that maybe having a good family life might help the rest of my life be more satisfying. I'm gonna try that.

Please don't talk to me like you're better than me. It's just a default ploy and I won't fall for it. I know you're not any better than me, honey. I'm sorry you feel like you're not and have to pretend you are, but I'm not gonna fall for it.

Sorry. But you'll get over it.