Not sure why
Not sure why im doing this, now people can read my private thoughts, .....yay.
hmmmm...today went to hams to hand in my assignment, pity it was late and i didn't know that, arggg
Guess it doesn't matter anyway, stupid philosophy, why the hell did i take those damn papers in the first place?
now im sitting at home trying to ignore my whole stupid fucking family yelling and screaming bout stupid shit and pretending that my lip piercing doesn't hurt.
I'm not sure why I insist on mutiliating my body like this, i would have thought I'd be happy with the numerous scars and holes in my body already. So i go and spend my money on something i don't really need just so theres a lesser chance of the trendy's talking to me cuz I'll be the scary pierced goth girl. It's sad how i insist on putting up this facade so i don't have to show anyone what i really think. MAybe one day i can stop playing this masquerade and just tell people what i think instead of playing this character i've chosen for myself. And thats probably more than enough angst for one day, but I'm just killing time till Wade comes and gives me all my stuff back.
Everything just starts to seem hopeless if im by myself for too long, and it doesn't seem worth the effort to get out of bed and go to work/uni/start that assignment. Maybe when/if i move to hams it will be so much better without my messed up excuse for a family always there.
hmmmm...today went to hams to hand in my assignment, pity it was late and i didn't know that, arggg
Guess it doesn't matter anyway, stupid philosophy, why the hell did i take those damn papers in the first place?
now im sitting at home trying to ignore my whole stupid fucking family yelling and screaming bout stupid shit and pretending that my lip piercing doesn't hurt.
I'm not sure why I insist on mutiliating my body like this, i would have thought I'd be happy with the numerous scars and holes in my body already. So i go and spend my money on something i don't really need just so theres a lesser chance of the trendy's talking to me cuz I'll be the scary pierced goth girl. It's sad how i insist on putting up this facade so i don't have to show anyone what i really think. MAybe one day i can stop playing this masquerade and just tell people what i think instead of playing this character i've chosen for myself. And thats probably more than enough angst for one day, but I'm just killing time till Wade comes and gives me all my stuff back.
Everything just starts to seem hopeless if im by myself for too long, and it doesn't seem worth the effort to get out of bed and go to work/uni/start that assignment. Maybe when/if i move to hams it will be so much better without my messed up excuse for a family always there.