Jul 03, 2007 01:03
Oh I don't even remember why I opened this page anymore.
YOU FUCKING LIAR. LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR ITS RIGHT THERE IN YOUR HANDWRITING AND SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE YOU FUCKING LIED.
it makes you ten thousand times the liar I am because you just do not make that shit up, ever, you just tell the fucking truth.
Funny how I'm literally running as far away as possible but if anyone did a thing to just that envelope I'd probably go for them. Oh now I remember why I opened this, I was thinking how unless I've got something/one to really love and care for, not just a few things that are halfway, or something to fight for and protect then I really, really don't give a flying fuck about doing anything for myself. And that's why I'm such a try hard and get so attatched to things and why I want to pick so many fights because otherwise what the hell else have I got to really care and be passionate about? Someone once told me I was fierce and now I bet they think I'm pathetic, and all talk, because they've never seen me have anything to be truly fierce about, and like fuck I'll just pick something random to fill the gap, but I'm so sick of clinging onto lots of little things waiting for something really real to come along, despite everything good and enjoyable that's happened I've been getting thinner, more tired and generally unhealthier every year and its just because I can't be bothered, basically.
and I have a feeling its being unbothered by that mentality that is making my monday evenings a waste of everyones time and money and it sort of makes me sicker.
I love how this went from my problems with the attitudes of other people to the problems with myself that I never bother telling you because its too hard to explain.
Still haven't cleaned my room.