Is there just something wrong with me?
Or do I just have the fucking worse luck in the world?
I'm finally recovering from being ungodly ill, and I'm recovering with my new mantra of "Just forget about it" when something ELSE comes along to try my strength (and break it, to it's credit). I'm sick of it, I'm so so sick of it.
Does anyone remember when I was happy for more than a day at a time?
This girl, URGH, hate this girl. I was so happy with something I had managed to do, and so she just, urgh, she thought I was stupid and tried to explain something out to me that I already knew and I was like "....gr."
And she was like "Well how was I supposed to know what you meant?"
Which leaves me thinking, "Oh, wait... aren't you the one who is always tell ME not to jump the gun and not to assume things? Lesseee...."
Then I go off and she AIMs me going "Thanks for making me feel like crap" and I'm like "Gee, thanks for making ME feel like crap with the fucking guilt tripping you cow!"
And she loves to do the Says what she wants to say but then signs off so I can't rebutte and she can just assume that she was right on all accounts.
Am I allowed to just kill myself now?
My parents can sell the short stories I have for funeral money.
~Gizzy/Heika
P.S. I also haven't had any time for Roleplay which puts me into the worst mood ever, and my grandfather is also in the hospital because there is something wrong with his gall bladder, so that ALSO adds to my touchyness and bitchyness I suppose.
...I don't want my Grampy to die...
I'm finally recovering from being ungodly ill, and I'm recovering with my new mantra of "Just forget about it" when something ELSE comes along to try my strength (and break it, to it's credit). I'm sick of it, I'm so so sick of it.
Does anyone remember when I was happy for more than a day at a time?
This girl, URGH, hate this girl. I was so happy with something I had managed to do, and so she just, urgh, she thought I was stupid and tried to explain something out to me that I already knew and I was like "....gr."
And she was like "Well how was I supposed to know what you meant?"
Which leaves me thinking, "Oh, wait... aren't you the one who is always tell ME not to jump the gun and not to assume things? Lesseee...."
Then I go off and she AIMs me going "Thanks for making me feel like crap" and I'm like "Gee, thanks for making ME feel like crap with the fucking guilt tripping you cow!"
And she loves to do the Says what she wants to say but then signs off so I can't rebutte and she can just assume that she was right on all accounts.
Am I allowed to just kill myself now?
My parents can sell the short stories I have for funeral money.
~Gizzy/Heika
P.S. I also haven't had any time for Roleplay which puts me into the worst mood ever, and my grandfather is also in the hospital because there is something wrong with his gall bladder, so that ALSO adds to my touchyness and bitchyness I suppose.
...I don't want my Grampy to die...