EVERYTHING TASTES BETTER WHEN YOU CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH OPEN
I've been gone for such a long time. It's happening again, I'm letting the depression isolate me from everything I once loved. Not this time. I know what comes next, and it's already here.
God, I want to die like never before. So many fucking things have happened since the last time I updated. I never go online anymore. I never smile anymore. I never talk to my 'friends' anymore. All life has halted. My own personal world has stopped spinning. Everyone here has already forgotten about me I'm sure, and so has the world.
I brought home a kitten and I named him Gendel, after the demon in the book Beowolf. He's eighty weeks old today and he's tiny, orange, and fluffy. My parents found him the first day I brought him home, which was Saturday. They want me to get rid of him. I have until Friday or they will take him to the Humane Society while I'm at school. . . or at least they say they're taking him to the Humane Society, they're probably gonna put him in a sack and drown him. How could they take my kitten!?!?! For the first time ever, I wake up in my bed and I'm not alone. *sighs* I'm so goddamned lonley. I even fell for a girl since the last time I updated. We were kind of seeing eachother-I say kind of because she had a girlfriend when we went to the movies for the first time. Well, no one can say that I'm not BI because I've never dated/done stuff with another girl anymore. Let's just leave it at that.
*sighs* DEPRESSION. I'm so goddamned depressed. I hate my life
i hate who i am
i hate this place
one day I'm gonna burn it to the ground-not really, but it's a nice thought. . . DON'T CALL THE COPS. It's a sad fucking day when my journal has to be censored due to police activity. God I wanna kill myself. But you all know that I don't have the fucking balls. . . just yet anyways.
*sighs* I'm so lonely.
I can't fucking believer that they make me work until close on a school night! I was schedualed until 11 tonight, and there was this charity fund raising shit, so we were fucking PACKED the whole fucking time I was there, so I got nothing done to close. And I was closing with the owner. . . what a bitch. He kept yelling at me for not doing something-before I had a chance to do it, and even though I was going to- or for not being able to find thisngs, or putting things in the wrong places where there was no room left where they went. Plus I asked him where the canopener was because I looked all over but couldn't find it, and he got so fucking pissed. . . over that shit! Then he was yelling at me and shit, but he couldn't find it either. Finally, I found it in some randomass spot and in my head I was like "yeah! what bitch!" Everyone always underestimates me. Everyone patronizes me. I hate everyone and I think everyone should die.