So. Even though I'm broke I CANNOT not buy a person a present if they get me one, so...that being said, I have 16 people to shop for ( Read more... )

This little candle is about to go out.

( Alphabet Quiz. )

If this is what happens...I never want to love anyone again.

Ever.

Preparing for the next week without any day-to-day constants, or pick-me-ups...is going to be difficult. I'm not going to have something/someone there to help me get through the crap of my day, to help me pick my self esteem... It's going to be difficult. And my certain attachment to a certain fictional person...is really going to hurt me. I know ( Read more... )

You've got eight days, universe. Eiiiiight days. And then it's alllll up.

Anyone else want to throw up and then scream and cry and go live in the woods forever?

No? Just me? Damn.

I thought I was ready for this. But I am sooooo not ready for this. What the fuck am I gunna do??!

Ahhhhhhh!

Would we like to know one sure fire way to piss me off?

Get my hopes up and disappoint me.

Yeah, I love it when that happens.

And I really don't like being depressed and disappointed, but here I am. Pissed off, too.

Stupid..ness!

...And the sad thing is I know I'm going to let it happen.

    Okay, maybe I'm just not going to have sex..like ever. Why else would I be so unbelievably afraid of it? Or feel terribly guilty about every aspect of it, as if I'm doing something wrong- not that I've ever had sex, mind you.

And why would I react so strongly to rape...to the point where I can't watch it in movies because it makes me ( Read more... )