He will pay.
He will pay and he will wish that he'd run when he'd had the chance.
I hate him.
And I can't live without him because he is my only friend.
I'm using him.
To fight the emptiness.
To survive.
Because he doesn't deserve to be happy with someone else.
So he will be miserable with me.
He will pay.

But what if I leave, where do you go to get away from yourself ( Read more... )

I feel dead.

I feel cheated.

Is it wrong to want what you gave to be returned equally? Is it so wrong to have high standards.

I hate this fucking world.

Because I hate you ( Read more... )

The most amazing thing has happened, and I am far to tired to write about it now.

But HOW MUCH LONGER do I have to wait?!

There is one flaw, one pathetic little shortcoming that seems to run so rampant in human kind. Lack of self-control. I hate it. And all the piss-poor, drunk, mindless motherfuckers of generation x can go to hell. Your lives lack purpose and I find that sad. Fucking pawns.

She was not born to privilage. She has a bottomless bank account. She eats cake. She is freezing. She is sick. She is empty. She is frail. She is the girl sitting alone in the back of the theater. She is the woman, buying the Gucci purse on her lunch break just to keep up with the girls at the office. She is the mother with the hair to her waist, ( Read more... )

It's going on 4 days now... But I -am- going to try to make it to work tomorrow, though, I don't really have a voice at the moment and my entire job is based on communication. As far as that goes, I'd actually be intrested in going back to pharmacy work, but, we shall see. Well, back to ufo videos and fan fiction. Cheers.

Oh God, he was right. This is miserable.