| [[ She's Beautiful As Usual With Bruises On Her Ego And... ]] |
[10 Aug 2004|10:28pm] |
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Hah. I bet I tricked you with my subject line, huh? I bet you were expecting to see a gorgimous girl here, right? Maybe even nuuude, eh? Yummy. *Coughs.* Well... no. All I've got here is myself. =D
By the way: I'm sorry it's so bright. =/
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| [[ Content With A Past I Regret ]] |
[05 Aug 2004|09:22pm] |
I've dealt with my ghosts and
I've faced all my demons;
Finally content with a past I regret.
I've found you find strength
In your moments of weakness;
For once I'm at peace with myself.
I've been burdened with blame,
Trapped in the past for too long...
I'm moving on.
I've lived in this place and
I know all the faces -
Each one is different but
They're always the same.
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it;
They'll never allow me to change.
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong;
I'm moving on.
At last I can see that life has been
Patiently waiting for me.
And I know there's no guarantees,
But I'm not alone.
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by...
And I have made up my mind that
Those days are gone.
I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't,
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town;
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't...
I had to lose everything to find out.
Maybe forgiveness will find me
Somewhere down this road;
I'm moving on.
Candace;; Drop yourself into this situation for a moment.
You've got these friends that you're really close to. Everything's always gone smooth with you, and as far as you know, it always will be. You all get along really well. But at some point something goes wrong. Everything that you'd built up in that friendship begins to crumble, and over things that really never even mattered that much to begin with. And all along you've secretly had a huge crush on one of these friends... but you couldn't tell anyone. You wouldn't. You're either embarassed or afraid of something... maybe rejection, or the loss of what relationship you </b>have</b> managed to develop with this person, or maybe you're just scared that they won't feel the same and when all is said and done you'll just look and feel like a fool. In all honesty, you're really not completely positive why you won't just spit it out and get it out of your system. Then, they make this new friend. All this time you've had these feelings for this one friend, and then when this new friend comes along they are so welcomed that they even get the amazing oppurtunity at a real relationship with the person you have always desperately wanted. This new friend ( or rather, more than a friend, in one case ) then takes this forgranted and ruins what they have with something they couldn't have possibly thought </b>wouldn't</b> matter to their new 'sweetheart'. Eventually, two of the original friends hook up while the newer person of the clique whines and complains about the mistake they could have avoided and about how it hurts them. Before long, they start talking shit about the friend you had in the beginning who is now with your crush... and you know the only way to get them to express how they really feel is for you to go along and say the bad things too, and agree... whether you're sincere about it or not. Following, you of course provide the information to the original cliquees because for some stupid reason you thing it will score you some points. But, not to your surprise, everything backfires and everything you said, even if you didn't mean it, is also let out into the open... and no matter what you do, you could never take it back and never convince anyone of why you said those things, much less that you didn't really mean them.
What do you do?
I have been put into this situation. I may not have explained it so well... but I really don't care at this point. I am left with few options now.
A.) Let it go and give up. Just let everything finally fall to the ground and be done with all the back-breaking trouble of having to worry about saying one word the wrong way and making matters worse... or,
B.) Click the "Update Journal" button and let everything cut its own path from then on.
I guess it's obvious what I have chosen to do when all is said and done.
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| [[ Still Not Sorry. ]] |
[26 Jul 2004|09:39pm] |
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Since I've been accused of talking about Stephanie behind her back... I guess I'll go ahead and do so. I mean, afterall, why not? I might as well make it true.
Technically, though, this isn't behind her back... because we all know she's gonna read it. However... who cares, right?
Stephanie... Stephanie is gullible. Oh so gullible. But y'know what? So is Simone these days. Stephanie's got her whipped... and either she refuses to accept and admit it or she just doesn't realize it. But damn. Stephanie has changed Simone. Yeah yeah, change can be good, blah blah...
Fuck that. She's changed her in a BAD way. And I don't wanna hear anyone else tell me I need to just look at things from a different perspective. I don't. I see things from my perspective, and I always will. But let's face it... I speak the truth. I mean, there's been SO many times when Simone has told me that I always make her feel better when she's down. So yeah... I mess up once and am not in the mood to try and cheer someone up, or I just did something I normally don't and didn't realize it, and she goes off the wall. She never used to be like that. I mean, it's one thing for us to get into an argument or whatever... I can handle those. But she blocked me! Damn. That's Stephanie behavior.
I was reading her livejournal earlier... and I found myself giggling. The whole entry is basically, "Fuck it. I don't care anymore." followed by ranting. Then, once more, "Fuck it! I don't care anymore. You can have it all." And then... you guessed it! MORE RANTING! What's that, Stephanie? You don't care? </b> Then stop your fucking bitching all the damn time.</b>
When Simone and Stephanie find themselves truly and completely alone... with no one but eachother... they'll see. I make the tiny mistake of not being able to cheer Simone up for once... and oh my God, I'm such a bad person.
Now, listen up, Stephanie... because I'm going to say it once and ONLY once. Fuck, I'll even make it bigger for you.
I didn't say a single bad thing about you behind your back.
But, you know... believe whatever the fuck you want. I just wish you'd ask me before you do. At least let me tell my side of the story. But since all you want is a reason to hate everyone... just as it's always been... then fuck. Go ahead. I don't need that bullshit anyway. I'm sick of you trying to manipulate everyone for your own good. You've got Simone wrapped around your finger... and you know it. And because of that, she's a different person completely. She was never like this before. Never.
What did you do to her?
No. I'm not finished yet.
I wanna cut myself so bad, but, oh my fuck! I can't get the box open that my razor is in! Oh, please. If you really wanted to cut yourself so badly you'd go grab a fucking kitchen knife and slice your wrists to hell. So quit whining for attention and pity. Anyone who gives it to you is either an idiot or brainwashed by you... and I feel sorry for them. Besides... if I were you, that's not the kind of people I'd want caring about me anyway. Not that I'd know... because... y'know... I'm a backstabbing two-faced bitch and I wouldn't know a true friend if it screamed in my ear... right?
"Bet You'll Never Guess What Me And Simone Did." What the fuck? Is that really fucking necessary? Fuck! Why are you such a bitch? You only did that because you want to make everyone jealous. But you know what? It doesn't work anymore. I'm not jealous of you at all... and I'm no longer jealous of your relationship with Simone. Because if that's what she wants... to be controlled by her girlfriend... then she can suit herself. Because that's not how I am or who I am. And I will never be like that. So, with this in mind, I would just like to say... fuck you. Your little games are getting old, sweetheart... keep playing them all you want... but I'm finished. Stop pretending you care, you ever will care, or even that you ever cared in the first place. Admit it. You never cared about me in the first place. You're too wrapped up in your little world of pansy drama. OH MY GOD! I CAN'T OPEN A BOX! Get off your lazy ass and go find a butcher knife. Fuck. Are you honestly that stupid? Because I find that hard to believe. Hence why I have come to the conclusion that you are pathetically desperate for drama. You feed off of it, right?
You expect me to come crying to you and asking for you to forgive me for something I didn't even do? Oh, Stephanie, please forgive me because someone told you I was talking a bunch of shit behind your back.
Oh, please, Stephanie. If you could wake up and open your eyes you'd see that anything I have to say is right here in my livejournal... because I am not afraid of you. I have no reason to be, obviously enough. Go ahead, bitch at me all you like in your livejournal. You know I'm just gonna read it, just like I know you're all gonna read this too.
And Simone... thanks for blocking me. You once commented, "Thanks for showing that you care." when I blocked you temporarily. Well... what goes around comes around. You have no right to call anyone a hypocrite. And I hope that you don't expect me to come crying to you either. Because I'm not going to apologize. For anything. For being jealous, for caring, or for not being able to cheer you up. I don't care if you think I should be sorry. I don't care if either of you think I should be sorry. Because I'm not.
Meanwhile... we all drift away. All of your friends drift away. You even say it yourself, but somehow you manage to still be blind to the fact that it's not just our fault. It's yours too.
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| [[ How Things Go ]] |
[25 Jul 2004|02:35am] |
These Scars Will Continue To Bleed Until I Take Away The Fucking Knife. says:
Just... Go to hell.
No one says it better than Simone.
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| [[ Too Late. ]] |
[25 Jul 2004|02:14am] |
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I've been at marching band practice, so that's why I haven't posted much. Two words: IT HURTS.
Simone's being passive and sad and I can't figure out why. But oh well. I'm not going to even try anymore. She won't tell me what's wrong... then I'll be damned if I'll give her just what she wants and beg. I can't let this shit bring me down anymore. I adore her to death and all... but I can't do that anymore. It's just not me.
Going to Becca's tomorrow at noon. Nathan's going too. Weee. Should be fun. More fun than sitting at home with Eric being a jerk to me all day, at least.
( Oh. Yeah. Eric's home for a week.)
Spiderman 2 was great.
... Except when there was kissing.
Yup. That's about it.
You act like I owe you something,
But I don't owe anything to anyone but me.
Have you no dignity?
What if I don't wanna hear the things you say?
Where were you when I was needy yesterday?
You want in with me, now that it's good...
But it's too little, too late.
You're too late. 
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| [[ Suffocating On Your Air ]] |
[17 Jul 2004|09:39pm] |
"Fallen down and on the ground,
I lost everything and I can't pull together now.
I think I slipped on everything that I lack
In knowledge...
In experience...
In understanding...
In the barrel of my gun.
I can't fight off the image of what I'll always be.
I lost so much to trying to be enough...
So much that I'll never get back.
I'll never have enough of anything to handle you
Enough knowledge...
Enough experience...
Enough understanding...
Enough in the needle I use as a Savior.
I'm so sick of everything you say.
I'm tired of suffocating on your air.
Do you really not care at all?
You say it so freely and I can't let it go.
I guess I'll always be blind to everything you are.
Blind to your knowledge...
Blind to your experience...
Blind to your understanding...
Blind to the passion you'll always convert to violent whispers.
I've preached to you so many times...
I swear this must be the twentieth letter I've written you.
Twenty letters and they all say the same thing.
I know I've gotten under your skin with all that I do...
With all that I say... With all that I am,
And I know you hate me for it and you probably always will.
I know that I've also dented the shield you two created for yourselves...
I know that I've damaged you both...
But, to be quite honest... I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry now, and I never will be...
Because I know that even if I were sorry, I still wouldn't be enough.
Knowledgable enough...
Enough of an experience...
Understanding enough...
Enough of what you want and need to be really alive.
I am aware that I'll never be enough... of anything.
And I know that I'll never really be sorry.
For anything.
For trying to really know you...
For trying to really experience you...
For trying to really understand you...
For trying."
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| [[ I'm Not Sorry... ]] |
[17 Jul 2004|06:57pm] |
My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or a blackeye
My badge, my witness that means that
I believed every single lie you said.;;
You want apologies, girl?
You might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever.
The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever.
<---[[::..XxX..::]]--->
Clairvoyant Punk: "SnogFest 2004 was a huge success and it rocked my ovaries."
Clairvoyant Punk: Yeah, when you were in your room, you were squealing. And the bed was squeaking.
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| [[ The Taste of Ink ]] |
[17 Jul 2004|02:15am] |
This could be my chance to break out.
This could be my chance to say goodbye.
At last it's finally over.
Couldn't take this town much longer...
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be.
Now I'm ready to be free.
Die young and save yourself.
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| [[ Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave... ]] |
[17 Jul 2004|12:10am] |
I'm sorry Oni. I'm sorry that it's my fault that you got caught. I'm sorry that you were caught in your web of deceit, lies, and cheating. I'm so. fucking. sorry.
Not.
Jake crying tears me apart. It's not something he does often at all anymore. Thanks, Oni.
I think you broke him...
I forgot how much I hate hearing him hurt and cry until tonight. It's unfortunate I had to remember through experience.
Slutbag.
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| [[ Crawl, Fall, Bleed, Need, Ache, Oh, You're So FAKE. ]] |
[15 Jul 2004|10:43pm] |
"Drop to your knees for me.
Crawl.
Land on your heart for me.
Fall.
For once, I wanna be the one to laugh.
Bleed.
For once, I wanna be let in.
Need.
It's funny how it all plays out.
Ache.
It's funny how it is in the end.
FAKE."
..::||X.x.x.X||::..
From Oni's LiveJournal (By Katherine, I'm assuming):
Millie languished on her bed.
"There's little hope," the doctor said.
"I fear she won't last one night more."
Alas, the child was barely four.
That night, before she went to sleep,
The sickly tot began to weep,
And raising up her hollow eyes,
She spoke in hoarse, consumptive sighs.
"Dear Lord, it's Millie. If you're there,
Please hear my simple little prayer.
I've never heard the ocean roar
Or watched a mighty eagle soar
Or raised a flower from a seed.
I've never even learned to read.
I had so much in front of me.
My life's just started, can't you see?
By now her voice was thin and weak.
She struggled bravely just to speak.
"Please save me, Lord," poor Millie cried.
The Lord said, "No." And Millie died.
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| [[ Yeah, The Fat One... ]] |
[15 Jul 2004|10:22pm] |
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More from Stephanie's LiveJournal:
I Love Brittany Though. Brittany's The Definition Of Amazing. And I'm Not Just Saying That To Fill In This Blank Spot. I MEAN It. Amazing. Like As In. Oh Wow That's Amazing. Like... If You've Ever Been To Lake Louise. Or No. That Other Lake Up In The Mountain. Lake Maurise? Perhaps? I Dunno. That Place Is Amazing. That's How Brittany Amazes Me. Like That.
I wanted to cry after reading that. I never knew that I, of all people, could leave an impression like that... on anyone. And I don't get why. I'm always getting ticked off and stuff, but she never lets go. She always keeps coming back for more. It's amazing. I've been a bitch to her God knows how many times... yet she still says things like that about me.
And then:
SIMONE.
I Love Simone.
I Have To Say It because... Well I Don't HAVE To Because She Knows It. Simone's Mine. I'm Hers. Always. Always. Always. *Nodds* And Even If It Doesn't Work -SOMETIMES- It Doesn't Mean It's Bad! >Get That!?< (She Gets That)*Cough* That Sounds Dirty. 0.o *Shifty Eyes?* Anyhow. I Love Simone. With Everything I Am And Ever Will Be. I Love Her More Then Whip Cream. And I Love Her Like The Fat Kid Loves Cake. Although. Her Return To That was Like... "I Love You More Then The Fat Kid Hates Excorcise." (I Spelt That Wrong) I Got A Little Lost As To Whether That Was Good Or bad But In The End I Just Huggled Her Because I Love Her Hugs And She's The Best Hugger Ever. Okay? Okay.
Okay. So I was reading through her entry, confused, wondering why Simone wasn't on there. And then I got to this. I mean, I knew she was going to say something about Simone, and I knew it was going to be all mushy and stuff... or sort of, anyway.
So why didn't I just quit reading when I saw "SIMONE."...? Lol. Is it weird that I'm laughing?
- "I don't get it. Why am I like this? Why do I thrive on torturing myself?"
I kept reading. I knew that if I read it, I would only be moody and down-in-the-dumps again... and I kept reading. Why am I like this?
..::||X.x.x.X||::..
"I love you more than a fat kid loves cake."
"I love you more than a fat kid hates exercise."
..::||X.x.x.X||::..
Why am I like this? ...
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| [[ Ripped ]] |
[15 Jul 2004|01:03am] |
From Stephanie's LiveJournal:
Imagine Yourself. You're Totally Stupid Over Some Person, Which Seems To Not Even Know You Exist. So This Person Has Somebody Else. Somebody They Talk About All The Time. You Get To See Them Hold Hands, And Kiss And Talk About Eachother To Their Friends. All The While You Feel Like You're So Broken And It Hurts So Much To Witness Their Every Movements.
Now Which Is Worse?
-If This Person Couldn't Care Less How You Felt Because They've Never Even Aknowledged You. And Have No Idea How You Feel.Or.
-If This Person Was Actually A Friend And They Did Care And Actually TRIED To Make Things Easier On You.
Well. Knowing The Human Race And How Fucking Imature And Selfish We Are... You'd Probably Take For Granted The Fact That This Person Cared About Your Feelings And Will Make It So Much Harder For Them... AND The Person They Were With. If You Disagree, Think Again Because That's What Happends... That's How You Are.
Grow The Fuck Up.
Honestly.
One Can Never Know What Love Is Until They Experience The Mutuality Of It. Until That There Is Nothing...
Only Infatuations.
And If You Believe That There Is Is Or Perhaps Was A Mutual Feeling There... And You Somehow Fucked It Up. And Now They Don't Feel The Same... That's Still Just An Infiatuation.
One Cannot Begin To Say About How They Love Someone If They Barely Know The Person. It's Obscene...
Kinda Like Love At First Sight.
It Doesn't Work That Way.
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Apparently People Are Talking Shit About me Behind My Back.
You Know, It Might Have Hurt Me If I Didn't Know The Reason.
Candace Needs To get Over It.
I Feel No Pitty At This Moment.
I feel Bad About Britt Though.
We Read Her Journal And I felt Bad.
Felt Like I Was Doing Wrong.
Felt Like I Should Just Give This Up. Sarcrifice My Own Feelings For Her...
I Dunno.
I've Done That So Much For My Fucking Mother That I'm So Sick Of Lettign People Walk All Over Me.
Fuck My Mother.
Fuck Everybody.
Fuck It.
I Don't Give A Shit.
I <3 Her.
I'm happy.
Fuck Off.
=)
Word up, G.
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| [[ Negativity ]] |
[13 Jul 2004|08:55pm] |
And I am flawed,
But I am cleaning up so well...
I am seeing in me now
The things you
Swore you saw yourself.
And right now, this silence is too loud.
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| [[ I Do It Just To Feel Alive. ]] |
[11 Jul 2004|03:15am] |
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I feel like I can't move. I feel like everything I do is another wrong in your eyes. Thank you... because now, misery has sunk its fangs into me and won't let go. I can feel your words burning into me.
I used to take escape in the night sky, but now those glittering lights have become viscious in their own right. I knew my bliss couldn't last forever... I am just sadened that it had to end so soon.
It seemed so much easier when everyone was ignorant to the feelings I had. It seemed so much easier before I figured everything out. It seemed so much better when I was clueless... to everything. Ignorance, after all, is bliss.
I know something's gotta be wrong when pain brings me more satisfaction than any kiss could suffice. So many people say they worry about me... funny, they don't know half of anything at all. Nothing could ever match or exceed the pleasure that I bring upon myself with a pain that can be fully comprehended. I don't know why I hurt to listen to a certain, stupid song... or why I burst into tears in the middle of a movie... or even why staring at a wall brings me to the edge of sobbing. But I do know why my own stomach cringes at the sight of my own wrists.( Oh, bitter precious markings! My own sanctuary. ) I do know why my arm stings and screams for me to quit donig what I do. I understand completely why I ache physically...
But that's not what matters.
I hate that I can't let anything go. I hate that I'm stuck with this. I hate that I could run, but for some reason, at the same time, I can't. Instead of letting go, I seek comfort in worsening what caused my pain in the first place. I don't get it. Why am I like this? Why do I thrive on torturing myself?
Couldn't you just do it for me?
-Yeah. You do.
I miss the way things used to be... before anyone knew what I felt. Before anyone had the slightest idea that I'd never really gotten over what I was once horribly obsessed with. I miss the friends I used to have... I miss the way we used to be. But I've changed too much. They've changed too much. You have changed too much.
Why am I never satisfied? Why do I dig deeper and deeper into what I know will only rip me apart? Why am I never happy, whether I have a reason to ache, or none at all? I worry about myself. I worry because I hate myself. I worry because at the same time, I love who I am. There's so much that no one knows about me... so much that I'd rather not even know about myself... Yet I still love every bit of it...
I worry because I'll never really be sorry. I worry because this will never really get old to me. I worry because I have never been able to take the blame for my own problems, and because I don't think I ever will. I worry because I love the torture you bathe me in... because I love the tears the drop down my cheeks everytime I hear her name... your name.
I worry because for me, it always ends up the same way.
In the end... my story is always the same.
I can't quit crying.
I can't quit shaking.
I can't quit bleeding for you.
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| [[ I'm Sorry, But... ]] |
[07 Jul 2004|01:36am] |
I am...
Breaking down.
Falling apart now.
Giving up on your stupid games.
Showing the feelings I managed to mask before.
I am trying to...
Learn to hate [[ you ]].
Figure out who you really [[ are ]].
Trust [[ no ]] one.
Hold up [[ longer ]] than you.
Show that I'm not [[ perfect ]].
Stop from falling [[ in ]].
Put [[ my ]] pieces back together.
Open up my [[ eyes ]].
And I'm really fucking sorry that you're so C O L D and C R U E L.
Touche to the both of you... and have a great life.
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| [[ Leaving You Behind ]] |
[26 Jun 2004|11:40pm] |
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[EDIT:July7th]
I remember when I was around 8 or 9 years old, I used to think, "How can I be happy if I'm not famous?" Now I think this was just naive. Now, it's more like...
How can I be happy without her?
( Fuck You. )
[EDITED:July7th]
Chelsea's birthday party was tonight. Daniel, Kristen, Bethany, Kevin, Cierra, and Michelle were there... I didn't know any of the other people. Kelly didn't come. =( It was pretty fun... Daniel and Kevin went to the Chelsea's neighbor's house and asked if they'd seen his French Poodle named Fluffy. They said no. They said they'd let him know if they did.
They then proceeded to go around to other houses, like this old couple and some Asians, trying to sell them Chelsea's "used" broom while Kristen and I sat watching them.
After, Daniel went two houses over to do a dare. Cierra and I followed, staying behind the thick amounts of trees to watch and make sure he did so. The yard had a bunch of people in it... he had to stand in the middle of it, "pole dance" with the broom, and begin stripping (Just like, his shirt.). He actually did it too.. and.. *Drools.*
They people started talking and looking at him... then all started moving towards him. He took off running. He had to stop to get his shoe... then he picked up running again.
He also pretended to be sweeping the grass or danced and stripped like a professional stripper when cars went by.
Later, when we once again got bored, he prank phone called TONS of people. He is amazing with accents. Especially like chinese people or something...
"Hello?"
"Hi, you ring me?"
"..."
"You ring me, it on my caller ID, you want Slurpee?"
"... Who is this?"
"You ring me, caller ID, want a Slurpee?"
"... Sure?"
"That will be 3.28 in change, goodbye." *Click.*
Daniel is in bold.
Daniel was the life of the party.
Tomorrow Kelly and I have to go to Clemson University, which is an hour or an hour and a half away. We have to be there some time between 2:00 and 5:00. Staying until Saturday. Wee. Taking astronomy and... I forgot what else. Well, at least we get to room together in the dorms. <3
I was hoping I'd get to talk to Simone before I left...
It doesn't appear that way.
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| [[ Pulling Teeth ]] |
[18 Jun 2004|10:54pm] |
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I'm all busted up
Broken bones and nasty cuts
Accidents will happen
But this time I can't get up
She comes to check on me
Making sure I'm on my knees
After all she's the one
Who put me in this state
Is she ultra-violent?
Is she disturbed?
I'd better tell her that
I love her
Before she does it all over again
Oh God she's killing me
For now I'll lie around
Hell that's all I can really do
She takes good care of me
Just keep saying my love is true
Looking out my window for
Someone that's passing by
No one knows I'm locked in here
All I do is cry
Simone and everyone left today for that camping trip. It kind of sucks. I already miss them all. It's lonely without them. They make up this big part of my online friends. They're the best ones... the people I'm always talking to. And now that they're not around to talk to, I have no one at all. And it's kind of boring.
Kind of? Let me rephrase.
REALLY FUCKING PISS-ASS BORING.
Ahem. Moving on...
I never knew LiveJournal was as dramatic as it is. It's worse than a Soap Opera. I don't know how I ended up getting in the middle of it all... I haven't posted anything, but I've been reading over all the stuff on the whole LJ Drama website... crazy shit. And childish, stupid, pathetic shit too. Now I feel like it's my duty to rant.
One... anonymous posters.
Okay. See. I can understand you having complaints about people, or having something to say about someone... but seriously now. Either keep it to yourself, or at LEAST have balls enough to leave the comment with your name attached. However... there are some cases in which people don't apply to that. For example, ithinkyousuck's So here's where you get to post whatever you want about the people on your friends list. Talk shit, tell a secret, whatever. Anonymous or not. entry. When the whole POINT of it is that you can do it anonymously... then be my guest.
Two... people who shame others for posting anonymously... anonymously. It's one thing to call people down for being chicken-asses like I am, but to ALSO be anonymous while doing so... it's just plain obvious. It's hypocritical and just flat out stupid. Enough said.
Three... some of this shit people call "Drama". You all are just a bunch of Dramatic Pansies. Come on. You people get upset over the smallest little things. You're such easy targets. It's no wonder people pick on you... by whining in your journals you give them just what they want. All they want is to hold the power over you that you allow them to. Some of you are all just a bunch of puppets, and they are the puppet masters. Grow up. Oh my God, somebody posed in a picture with a guitar... HOW COULD SHE?!
*Grumbles.*
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