So for about a week there I was going to my old high school's prom. Now? I'm not. My invitation has been taken back. Why you say? So the guy that asked me could take ANOTHER girl. Rude? Hell yes. Miss Manners would have a fucking heart attack and verbally bitch-slap the boy.. all in victorian language. Wouldn't that be a sight to see ( Read more... )

In the past couple of years, I have figured something out about myself. People either love me, or they hate me. There is no in between. I also hate being hated, so I do everything I can to avoid being hated. When someone does hate me, it eats me up inside. That is what's happening now. Someone hates me, and it's dragging me down. There's nothing I ( Read more... )