WTF. WTF. WTF NO.

HE CAN'T HAVE DIED. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT. I JUST...REFUSE.

IT DIDN'T FUCKING HAPPEN.

IT DIDN'T.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

P.S.: LIFE, YOU SUCK.

This hasn't happened in ever. Ever. I'm serious. Practically all summer I've been happy, or at least amused, and I haven't been bored long enough that I get to this place where I can practically feel myself sinking into a dark pit of woe and loneliness. But I don't want to bother people, and besides, they're busy. I'm just too...eh. I slept all ( Read more... )

WAAAAAAAGH.

Otherwise known as: friends? I love you, but sometimes you just suck.

aw, SHIT.

That is all.

People on the beach with small children:

PLEASE DO NOT TO BE BRINGING YOUR DOGS IF THEY ARE:
    a. badly trained
    b. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EFFING PLAY WITH THEM, SO EVERYONE ELSE ON THE BEACH HAS TO ESSENTIALLY TAKE CARE OF YOUR TWO GODDAMN GOLDEN RETRIEVERS.

RARGH. AND SO I SPENT 20 MINUTES RUNNING ALL OVER A VERY ROCKY BEACH IN BARE FEET AFTER ( Read more... )

I'm lonely.

I want friends. I miss people. I've been alone basically all day.

WAH.

Karla is lonely also.

We'll just go cry in a corner together, okay?

The
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I. FUCKING. GIVE. UP.

Any of you like math problems? Here's one. How many Benadryl does it take to sleep for the rest of your life?

I think I'd be happier that way.

You know what? I'm just not going to make plans any more. Because you can count on them falling through.

I'm going to have fun doing nothing, for the rest of the day and all fucking night long.

I can just feel the depression lurking. Maybe Land Before Time is on, or something.

*sigh*

I realized, finally, what is with me this week.

I'm feeling horribly, completely, bleakly, bitterly vulnerable.

And when I'm vulnerable, I lash out, I withdraw, I am afraid and skittish and easily worried.

And I realized what makes life hard for me.

These.

1. Intense need for intimacy. I have a horrible need for both physical and emotional closeness. ( Read more... )