Is anyone out there...?
'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe.
Aggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *screams some more*
I'm not a happy bunny right now. I'm just...fed up. I'm feeling the tight grip of fustration! I hate being here, with my dark cupboard of a room. I hate the fact that I can't go to Memorabilia this weekend even though it's The One Thing I Wanted. I hate the fact that I have to go to a party tomorrow )read 'family in the same building') which will be dull and where no one will talk to me.
I hate the fact that no, I haven't said anything about the parental situation. Because there's never been the time or the chance. One day I'll probably blurt it out while we're sat having tea or something.
I hate the fact that I feel invisible. Y'know, when you just feel like people are stepping over you. I do so much for others - whether it's important stuff, or just something useful for a friend or someone on the net.
And I get nothing, zip, in return. Not even an appreciating thank you.
And speaking of the internet, I hate the fact that people keep outbidding me on Ebay. I know that's kinda part of the 'game', but I have very little money so I miss out every time. All I want are some simple DVDs and Paintshop.
I hate the fact that I have to use the word' hate' so much. But hey, piss off. t'is *my* journal. For anyone wanting sugar-coated entries tonight, I think you're probably best off checking out the journal of someone who's existence is far more rosy.
Because I was only halfway through my list there...
Aggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *screams some more*
I'm not a happy bunny right now. I'm just...fed up. I'm feeling the tight grip of fustration! I hate being here, with my dark cupboard of a room. I hate the fact that I can't go to Memorabilia this weekend even though it's The One Thing I Wanted. I hate the fact that I have to go to a party tomorrow )read 'family in the same building') which will be dull and where no one will talk to me.
I hate the fact that no, I haven't said anything about the parental situation. Because there's never been the time or the chance. One day I'll probably blurt it out while we're sat having tea or something.
I hate the fact that I feel invisible. Y'know, when you just feel like people are stepping over you. I do so much for others - whether it's important stuff, or just something useful for a friend or someone on the net.
And I get nothing, zip, in return. Not even an appreciating thank you.
And speaking of the internet, I hate the fact that people keep outbidding me on Ebay. I know that's kinda part of the 'game', but I have very little money so I miss out every time. All I want are some simple DVDs and Paintshop.
I hate the fact that I have to use the word' hate' so much. But hey, piss off. t'is *my* journal. For anyone wanting sugar-coated entries tonight, I think you're probably best off checking out the journal of someone who's existence is far more rosy.
Because I was only halfway through my list there...