Nov 24, 2005 18:57
I got a job, which is pretty cool. I'm afraid that I'll get fired though. I'm always afraid I'll get fired, no matter what the job.
Martin came over for thanksgiving. I was really happy to be with my brothers but it turned out to be kinda boring.
I think that when people get to know me is when they decide that I suck. Like Brent. He blames it on the meds. Fuck you Brent, I started lowering my meds when we moved in together. Couldn't it have just been us living together, and not my mental instability? I tried to tell you that I sucked in the beginning. You never fucking listen to me.
I read my myspace profile. It makes me sound like a total sunshine hippie. No wonder people either love me or blow me off the second they read it. If they met me through live journal then they'd think I was a total mean bitch who was angry all the time. Split personality disorder.
I want to meet people but I'm afraid to because I don't like starting to like them when they decide I suck. If I like them then I suck, if they like me they suck. Stupid world.