i hate this feeling.  i hate feeling so alone and so empty and like someone's stabbing me in the throat but it's really just pain and anger and sorrow and me suppressing a scream and trying so hard not to say things that i want to say so badly but i know i'll never be able to because it's hard to tell someone something when they refuse to listen ( Read more... )

I love those times when I laugh just because there's nothing better to do -- when nothing's funny but I just can't help myself and I laugh until I cry and all my friends laughing too because it's just so contagious like that and everyone else stares at us because we're laughing obnoxiously for no reason.  Those times are my favorite.  It's such an ( Read more... )

I clearly don't know you as well as I thought I did.  But I do know you well enough to know that this isn't you.  You're so fake all of a sudden, and I'm surprised no one has caught on yet.  People buy into your fakeness constantly; I can't believe that I'm the only person that sees right through you.  And what sucks about that is that you, the ( Read more... )

because you've never ditched me to hang out with someone else. because you've never had "better plans." because you've never made a bad decision. because you've never lied to me. because you're the most mature person i know. because you're so perfect. because you're always there for me. because for six years, i thought you were my best friend. ( Read more... )

I love the people that think everything is about them.

On another note, today was my last home game ever.  I'm sad.

A couple weeks ago I said homes are overrated.  I have more to add to that list:
Sleep is overrated.
Friends are overrated.
The future is overrated.
And do you know what else is overrated?
Life.
Life is overrated. 

So maybe I didn't mean everything I said.  I don't mean most of what I say anymore.  Like when I say that I'm happy, or that everything's alright, or that everything will be alright.  I don't mean that.  I don't believe any of that.  I don't hate you.  I could never hate you.  You just need to understand that I'm a mess right now and I can't be ( Read more... )

I hate you.  You're not my friend and I fucking hate you.  There's no other way to say it.  I hate that you've changed.  I hate that you treat me like shit.  I just fucking hate you.  
I just needed to get that out.

I feel better already.

Homes are overrated.

Question: Why does everything exciting happen the one weekend I leave town?