yeah nothing other than 4 AM boredom... looking through old journal entries... not even just mine, friend's entries too. even though this may sound (extremely) childish, I am sick of never getting my way. Nobody respects my opinion, nobody takes me seriously, and I get the feeling that nobody wants me around any more than I want to be back on ( Read more... )

I have an emptyness inside. An emptyness that screams about how I won't be seeing or talking to Katie for quite some time. Before you go and start yelling about how emo I am because I have feelings. I have tried many things to cheer myself up, but none have worked, as usual ( Read more... )

y'know what I don't get? How people can bitch and moan about not getting respect or appreciation, and then do the exact same thing to other people. For example, when I say "Don't touch me" that doesn't mean "Hug me", "poke me", "slap me" or anything like that. It means "Don't touch me". When someone says "Don't go into my room" does that mean "Go ( Read more... )

Katie, I don't ever want to argue with you ever again

Thanks for such a great day

you, too, Melisa, you are the pimp shit

I'm so fucking pathetic, falling to literal pieces over something like this. I'm pathetic, and if you disagree, then you are a fucking lier ( Read more... )

since nobody is around for me to tell this to on AIM, I guess I'll just bitch about it here ( Read more... )

so Rachel went "home" today, to her dad's in Houston. Richie drove her there, so I'm oh so certain she made it there a virgin. Anyway, the point of this post is to say that Rachel is gone, so Thomas' life is devoid of another fugly self-centered whore until she decides to come back. For those of you who wonder why I say such things about her, I ( Read more... )

yeah, I know I said I would stop posting in here, but I'm a compulsive lier, so deal. All I can say is that I hope this next week turns out tons better than last week, which, despite your personal opinions, sucked. Seriously, it was he worst week of my year so far, except for one day, Thursday, and only Katie and myself know why. The rest of the ( Read more... )

well, this LiveJournal thing just isn't going to work out for me. whenever I hold back some things, I'm accused of being deceitful (spelling, anybody?), and whenever I tell the whole truth, somebody bitches about how I hurt their feelings. So I'm done. Finished. Over. I'm sure LJ will miss me. I also noticed how I practically have to beg for ( Read more... )

I went to Hot Topic today (yes, Hot Topic, I know you are probably ashamed of me, Harleen), but I didn't buy any poser clothes. All I bought were a couple button and a bag of small spikes that I am having a hard time deciding on a place to put them on my 'poser jacket'. It's a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, a kangaroo pocket, and a zipper ( Read more... )