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i'm sorry to have to say this, but i'm really getting frustrated with how many people i know complain about how shitty their holiday is or will be; it really is not that bad. and i think that some of these people should use me as an example of how shitty it can get. I'M STILL FUCKING STANDING GUYS, LOOK WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH. i'm really tired of people pitying themselves, for stupid stuff, seriously, yeah you may not have a fucking boyfriend or girlfriend for the holidays and shit but seriously, you have friends that fucking love you. THAT'S WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT, FRIENDS AND FAMILY, and if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, then that's great, go you, but sit around and pity yourself because you don't. also, i have noticed recently that a person has been complaining about listening and helping people with their problems ;;; IF THAT'S HOW YOU REALLY FEEL THEN TELL THE PERSON CONFIDING IN YOU TO GO FUCK THEMSELVES. don't act like you really care when you don't.
i feel as if i'm having jealousy issues with the boy.
i've never really been the jealous type of girl, but still.
sometimes he just crosses the line.
and just let me put this on the record ;;;;;;
IT'S NOT FUN FOR ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS GET DRUNK WHEN I'M NOT DRINKING.
IT'S JUST NOT FUN. the end.
fucking seriously.
that's just some bullshit.
in other news
i started my mother's scrapbook present today and it's going along rather nicely.
hung out with suzi.
went bowling.
wanted to shove my head in the oven.
i'm having heart palpitations.
isn't that fucking lovely.
now, if you want to get me a christmas present, give me 65 dollars so i can go to the fucking doctors and get this shit checked out.
oh and by the way, going places where i might have an anxiety attack doesn't help either.
life is fucking exhausting. fuck this.
i feel as if i'm having jealousy issues with the boy.
i've never really been the jealous type of girl, but still.
sometimes he just crosses the line.
and just let me put this on the record ;;;;;;
IT'S NOT FUN FOR ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS GET DRUNK WHEN I'M NOT DRINKING.
IT'S JUST NOT FUN. the end.
fucking seriously.
that's just some bullshit.
in other news
i started my mother's scrapbook present today and it's going along rather nicely.
hung out with suzi.
went bowling.
wanted to shove my head in the oven.
i'm having heart palpitations.
isn't that fucking lovely.
now, if you want to get me a christmas present, give me 65 dollars so i can go to the fucking doctors and get this shit checked out.
oh and by the way, going places where i might have an anxiety attack doesn't help either.
life is fucking exhausting. fuck this.