hope your rules and wisdom choke you.
I am super psycho bitch. (but I lack a spandex costume. how saddening.)
I do exactly what I shouldn't do in every instance and I know it.
I just tried jumping out of the window on a highway because dad was talking to himself again and acting crazy and I started screaming.
Like...obviously he pulled me back and obviously I didnt try it again because I didn't really mean it. then I took his money and bought a cd case after telling him lets just go home i dont give half a fuck about anything I dont need a new toothbrush my teeth can rot for all i fucking care i shouldnt have even come with, fuck. and I swore at the cashier and the boy behind me in line.
I need a cigarette.
Its all this stupid thing that comes back to me every time I stop taking zoloft. I dont know why i stop. I dont know, it just happens. most of the time I just forget and figure it doesnt matter even though i know it does. But anyway it gets to this part where I am in this awful mood and I feel like evrything is falling apart and I am superselfishattentionhungrybitch and I start wondering why my head is so wrong all the time. Like, I am like "wow I should start taking medication again" and immediately after, if anyone else is around, they are like "yeah. Yeah you should" and it hurts me so much.
like what is so wrong with me that i can't be ok all by myself? I need to be fucking medicated to function? why why why. Its so stupid. Nobody likes me without it and it makes sense. I just get angry and try to hurt anything I can. The whole time, I know I;m wrong. But I can't turn back so i keep digging until I have a nice dark, cozy hole. By that time, some people usually come along and shovel some dirt in, because hey, why not?
to those assholes that even own a fucking shovel: you can fuck off.
and to be as immature as possible: You are SO off my buddy list. haha. but it should be chill for you because i'm pretty sure you skip over my entries anyway.
Not you Mouse, you're only off my friends list because you don't want to read all the personal shit I post, and I'd rather not clog up your friends page.
in case you didn't get my point, heres a summary of the entry:
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah oh yeah, and also, blah blah blah.
also, the worst sort of person is the sort that knows they are wrong and bitchy and selfish and they dont change a goddamn thing. Thats me, folks.
no comments allowed, for a reeeeason.
hate hate hate hate hate and more negativity. this hole is fucking up my chi.
I do exactly what I shouldn't do in every instance and I know it.
I just tried jumping out of the window on a highway because dad was talking to himself again and acting crazy and I started screaming.
Like...obviously he pulled me back and obviously I didnt try it again because I didn't really mean it. then I took his money and bought a cd case after telling him lets just go home i dont give half a fuck about anything I dont need a new toothbrush my teeth can rot for all i fucking care i shouldnt have even come with, fuck. and I swore at the cashier and the boy behind me in line.
I need a cigarette.
Its all this stupid thing that comes back to me every time I stop taking zoloft. I dont know why i stop. I dont know, it just happens. most of the time I just forget and figure it doesnt matter even though i know it does. But anyway it gets to this part where I am in this awful mood and I feel like evrything is falling apart and I am superselfishattentionhungrybitch and I start wondering why my head is so wrong all the time. Like, I am like "wow I should start taking medication again" and immediately after, if anyone else is around, they are like "yeah. Yeah you should" and it hurts me so much.
like what is so wrong with me that i can't be ok all by myself? I need to be fucking medicated to function? why why why. Its so stupid. Nobody likes me without it and it makes sense. I just get angry and try to hurt anything I can. The whole time, I know I;m wrong. But I can't turn back so i keep digging until I have a nice dark, cozy hole. By that time, some people usually come along and shovel some dirt in, because hey, why not?
to those assholes that even own a fucking shovel: you can fuck off.
and to be as immature as possible: You are SO off my buddy list. haha. but it should be chill for you because i'm pretty sure you skip over my entries anyway.
Not you Mouse, you're only off my friends list because you don't want to read all the personal shit I post, and I'd rather not clog up your friends page.
in case you didn't get my point, heres a summary of the entry:
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah oh yeah, and also, blah blah blah.
also, the worst sort of person is the sort that knows they are wrong and bitchy and selfish and they dont change a goddamn thing. Thats me, folks.
no comments allowed, for a reeeeason.
hate hate hate hate hate and more negativity. this hole is fucking up my chi.