Fuuuuuuck.

I need a job.

Like so bad.

FUCK.

This is a fucking game.

All of it.

And i am honestly, just so sick of playing.

I am tired of being everyone's BRO-sister-tomboy-girlbud- whatever the fuck.

I'd say i'd go dyke, but chicks are even more of a pain in the ass.

I'd say i'd join a convent, but i'd miss the drugs.

Ugh.

and p.s, when did we stop playing spin the bottle?

The clock is ticktickticking

and i still don't know what's what.

Will i miss out on the college experience by living at home?

Most definitley.

But do i really want to go to Conestoga?

Meh. Niagara's better for culinary. George Brown would be IDEAL, but they still haven't responded.

And the clock is ticktickticking.

Ugh. I don't want to deal with this. I ( Read more... )

T-78 days and counting.

No one's counting but me.

But that's alright. Cause i'm the only one that has to care.

and then, off to where?

Who knows.
Who cares, really.

Somewhere with an abundance of noise and boys.

That is how many days ago i came to this grand village of Tottenham.

It is predictable and lonely and drugless and godless, silent and simple and i hate it with everything i have, which is not much at this point.

Everything was left behind, save for some clothes and books and this heavy cloud i hoped would blow away with the winds of change.

But it ( Read more... )

I danced with an asian stripper named "Devious" at a strip club called the Velvet Lounge.

Her real name, as i found out, was Lea.

I'm going back next weekend.

Every morning i wake up and see that letter, sitting on my dresser.

Some mornings i read it, sometimes i just read certain parts, sometimes i just try to remember what it says.

But it's getting closer...

I registered today.

I walked into the school and smelt that old firmilliar smell of education.

God, do we ever take for granted our time in that ( Read more... )

so many months of my life, turns out, were a complete sham.

the friends i thought i had, turns out, don't give a shit about me.

The one i missed most of all, turns out, didn't even notice i was gone.

Or so it seemed.

Maybe i am meant to move on then.
Maybe this was my sign.
God works in mysterious ways.
I just wish i didn't sting to much.

I hope, for the ( Read more... )

the 96th percentile doesn't mean shit

In the end, it's just a fancy way of saying you're disappointing everyone who truly knows you.
It just means you're capable of more than you will ever have the motivation or care enough to do.

Fuck Wendy Carter and her fruitless attempts at making me " let the sunshine in".

Fuck Dr. Bell and her misuse of blue ( Read more... )

How do you tell the difference between a premonition and just a fucked up dream?

Last night my Oma died.

Thankfully only in my mind, but it didn't change the fact that when i woke up, i knew it would be true very soon.

I cried inside- out of consciousness.

I don't know why i thought me spending more time with her would equal her living longer. The sad ( Read more... )