Dear God if my stomach doesn't stop being evil I may gut myself.

It figures that I would watch Mamma Mia, a movie that is suppose to be incredibly upbeat and happy, and cry ( Read more... )

Gah! GAH GAH GAH GAH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

And no I'm not imitating a baby.

I'm really starting to worry.

This is probably the hardest week ever. I really miss my dad.

I don't know. I just don't know. Sometimes I wonder if its time to throw the towel in on life. Yes I screw up but I'm only human. It seems that lately, anything that goes wrong for anyone gets blamed on me somehow. I should really just come to terms with the fact that thats the way it is. So for future reference, if anything goes wrong in your life ( Read more... )

I got to talk to Tara today for about 2 hours. I probably wasn't the best phone company since she had to do most of the talking but still ( Read more... )

Seriously? Fucking seriously? Half the shit I'm being told is just utterly ridiculous. Enjoy your false fucking dreams while they last because no one is going to tell me how I'm going to do things but the person I answer to. And that isn't you. She's sitting across from me.

The subject really says it all ( Read more... )

She touches her pizza and ten with her greasy hands she touches my *long pause* jacket.

Funniest thing ever when coming from your little brother.

My stomach STILL hurts.