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So it appears as though it doesn't even matter, and you don't even bother. But that's okay, neither do I. All of this is kind of tumbling, and you don't even realize it. I realize it, but I don't know why it's happening. I'm just sitting here dumbly, waiting patiently for you to come to my rescue, but all in all it seems kind of silly because it's ( Read more... )

It's like I'm expecting something; like I'm waiting for something amazing to happen, and sweep me off my feet, and actually make me glad to be where I am. Life is so dull, so repetitive, and very nearly everything I spend my time doing is something I've already done 1 000 times before. It's okay for a while, but after months, it becomes heavy and I ( Read more... )

It's all settled. I am astounded at my own braveness to finally call Neale, and announce my anger about his actions. He felt guilty... and I guess that's all I really needed, even though it makes me feel bad. Even when he 'deserves' it, I still don't like seeing the guy I Love being hard on himself; or anyone else, for that matter ( Read more... )

Screw you.

I didn't think anybody could be dumb enough to leave their 15 year-old girlfriend at the WEM bus station while they got a ride home from their mother. Without considering rape, or worse. Without even offering.

And to top it off, telling me my old hair was better.

Hooray for being the prime example of a jack asse.

Please don't talk to

Har. Har... New har. I have. new. har.


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My eyes have been stretched wide open, for what I believe will be a short amount of time, but crucial nonetheless. So it's true, when I've got nothing inside of me, it hurts you too. "I spend most of my time trying to make you happy," you say, "and then you tell me you don't want it." I know I said I didn't want anything, but perhaps that was ( Read more... )

So that's it. I've driven myself so deep into this hole that I don't care if I get a call. I don't care if no one talks to me on MSN, and I don't care if I spend the day alone at school ( Read more... )

I'm so tired of complaining, and being bitter, and rubbing my sadness and problems off on other people. But I've been trying to keep this loneliness thing on somewhat of a low-down for so long now, and it's building up. I don't know how much longer I can manage to get to school without crying the whole way there, or sit home alone all night wishing ( Read more... )

I wish I wasn't so lazy to write. I have the energy and motivation to do chores, go out, even -surf the web-. But when it comes down to pastiches and thoughtful entries, my fingers pretty much go numb ( Read more... )