Mar 06, 2006 20:41
Who cares?
I've come to terms with the fact that my partying is taking over my life.
Especially since in every entry I've posted in the past 3 months have been party related.
I don't give a good god damn to be honest.
Yeah, I'm losing friends. Yeah, I'm shutting people out, and NO I'm not fucking denying it.
I'm the person that overlooks peoples faults. I notice them, for fucking sure, but I over look them nonetheless.
If I didn't I would hate everyone, and have no friends. When it comes to those small things like talking too much shit, or being immature, or acting like a slut around boys, or being a bitch to my other friends, or not being trustworthy. It annoys me, but I can get over it. Everyone has their flaws, and I accept that. The problem is that alot of my friends...DON'T.
Its whatever. I had a pageant last weekend and I got THIRD runner up, which is a huge step up from the usual FOURTH runner up.
I can most definitely deal with the change.
I need to stop cussing so much.
Cigarettes have officially been deemed disgusting in my book.
I don't even find them attractive anymore.
As you know if you're friends with me, I infact, used to smoke.
But after months of being cigarette deprived I discovered something.
I made this discovery after being trashed to the point of sickness numerous times. And on these occasions someone is always smoking a cigarette obnoxiously close to me which usually puts me over the edge and causes me to puke. Ever since then I've found them pretty unacceptable.
So stop smoking around me please. Especially if you see me swaying dangerously, and my face fading to a pale-ish green, chances are I'll ruin your shoes.