im sick of living....i need to make an update for myself and if you dont want to read about my bullshit just stop...but here it goes for the sake that my head is driving me loco
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None of us will have any good stories to tell; look at the age we're living in.
Why does it seem that whenever I write a bitchy entry, you in turn have to write one?
About your dad, I don't see why you care anymore. If you hate life so much, you would have left long ago, and you wouldn't be bitching about it in Livejournal. If you really, really wished to be away from him and live the life you wish you lived, you wouldn't have stayed here as long as you have, you would have at least done something about it I should think.
About no one caring to see your face, I would love to, but you see, I don't know when you have off. Besides which, I don't think it's the absence of care that has kept people away from you, but the fact that other people have jobs too, and maybe not everyone's life coincides with your own. Hell, I haven't seen anyone this entire summer (aside from syl & joey), but I'm willing to accept that-it makes seeing them again that much more of a good time.
About crying yourself to sleep, why? Instead of thinking of your problems, try thinking of all the fun things we've done, or all the great times you've had with your friends. And who cares if some shitty things have happened to you, life's a bitch, everyone has problems-you're not all that much different than the rest of us.
About drugs fixing your problems. As long as it's weed or some decent alchohol, I don't have a problem. Weed isn't addictive to those with a strong will, and alchohol is just something for a good time-which it sounds like you need. Hell, I don't care what shit you do, as long as it's not crack or heroin or some dumb drug that kills you in like a second.
Oh, and don't kill yourself with a razor, really, thats a shitty way to die.
And you'll probably read this and see how much I've changed over the summer, but hey, we all have our share of metamorphisis in our life. Just another brick in the wall, right?
Why does it seem that whenever I write a bitchy entry, you in turn have to write one?
About your dad, I don't see why you care anymore. If you hate life so much, you would have left long ago, and you wouldn't be bitching about it in Livejournal. If you really, really wished to be away from him and live the life you wish you lived, you wouldn't have stayed here as long as you have, you would have at least done something about it I should think.
About no one caring to see your face, I would love to, but you see, I don't know when you have off. Besides which, I don't think it's the absence of care that has kept people away from you, but the fact that other people have jobs too, and maybe not everyone's life coincides with your own. Hell, I haven't seen anyone this entire summer (aside from syl & joey), but I'm willing to accept that-it makes seeing them again that much more of a good time.
About crying yourself to sleep, why? Instead of thinking of your problems, try thinking of all the fun things we've done, or all the great times you've had with your friends. And who cares if some shitty things have happened to you, life's a bitch, everyone has problems-you're not all that much different than the rest of us.
About drugs fixing your problems. As long as it's weed or some decent alchohol, I don't have a problem. Weed isn't addictive to those with a strong will, and alchohol is just something for a good time-which it sounds like you need. Hell, I don't care what shit you do, as long as it's not crack or heroin or some dumb drug that kills you in like a second.
Oh, and don't kill yourself with a razor, really, thats a shitty way to die.
And you'll probably read this and see how much I've changed over the summer, but hey, we all have our share of metamorphisis in our life. Just another brick in the wall, right?
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