I hate Yahoo!, and Rodgers, they suck
Wow, livejournal has changed so much.
This is me, sitting in my computer room (hah, not a basement), and I'm ....tired.
I want to be normal. I've somehow managed to sink myself back down into depression. Or maybe I just never really sloved anything. Hmm, that may be true. Regardless, apparently I'm extremely guarded, I don't trust people, I'm pissed off, I've got social issues, and my mother doesn't understand why I'm like this.
Hey, I don't know why either. Don't shoot the messenger.
*sigh* I even lowerd myself to self-mutilation. Nngh, it's so pathetic, and it's not going away either. Dammit. Ah well, at least I felt retarded after I did it. Not doing it again though ...hell, I only did it to piss my parents off.
Anyways, disregarding that.
Jorden is gone (again). I HATE my father, and uh, yeah. Life it good, despite the fact you know, I had to move from like, my freaking home (I only lived in that area for the majority of my life).
Actually life sucks. Somebody make it better. Hell, I don't even have a bad life. My parents are awesome, they don't treat my like shit, I'm just some fucked up fifteen year-old who sucks at life.
Meh.
I can try and make it better. So, I'll try, I guess.
Man, I need some friends.
I miss all you people who were in Selkirk (you're included in that Hales.) I want to be back there. Buuuuuuuut ...it's not my home anymore. So, yeah.
Don't get me wrong Paddo, living half an hour from Toronto is great, but it sucks when you have no moey or friends. ...I want a job.
And what was with the random people commenting in my lj? I mean, it was amusing, I love it when random people I don't know decided to bash me, it makes me laugh (and, oddly enough, puts me in a good mood.) but like ...wtf.
Yeah, so. I gotta eat lunch, finish digging my hole in the backyard (it's so Rob can plant trees. I can tell you this, it is not fun when they're doing construction just beyond you're backyard in you get coverd in dust from the creepy pedofiles.) and then yeah. Go to the grocery store with mum and try to explain more of what I feel so she doesn't jump to conclusions.
And my last thought that creeps me out considerably.
I was pretty much asleep yesterday afternoon, and my Mum said she had to stand by my bed to make sure I was breathing. And though it's a creepy though, I wouldn't kill myself. Psh, I'm too afraid of death to do that.
Anyways, I wrote this for you Hales cause you told me to write more, so I am.
Love ya <3 (I still think that looks rather disturbing.)
This is me, sitting in my computer room (hah, not a basement), and I'm ....tired.
I want to be normal. I've somehow managed to sink myself back down into depression. Or maybe I just never really sloved anything. Hmm, that may be true. Regardless, apparently I'm extremely guarded, I don't trust people, I'm pissed off, I've got social issues, and my mother doesn't understand why I'm like this.
Hey, I don't know why either. Don't shoot the messenger.
*sigh* I even lowerd myself to self-mutilation. Nngh, it's so pathetic, and it's not going away either. Dammit. Ah well, at least I felt retarded after I did it. Not doing it again though ...hell, I only did it to piss my parents off.
Anyways, disregarding that.
Jorden is gone (again). I HATE my father, and uh, yeah. Life it good, despite the fact you know, I had to move from like, my freaking home (I only lived in that area for the majority of my life).
Actually life sucks. Somebody make it better. Hell, I don't even have a bad life. My parents are awesome, they don't treat my like shit, I'm just some fucked up fifteen year-old who sucks at life.
Meh.
I can try and make it better. So, I'll try, I guess.
Man, I need some friends.
I miss all you people who were in Selkirk (you're included in that Hales.) I want to be back there. Buuuuuuuut ...it's not my home anymore. So, yeah.
Don't get me wrong Paddo, living half an hour from Toronto is great, but it sucks when you have no moey or friends. ...I want a job.
And what was with the random people commenting in my lj? I mean, it was amusing, I love it when random people I don't know decided to bash me, it makes me laugh (and, oddly enough, puts me in a good mood.) but like ...wtf.
Yeah, so. I gotta eat lunch, finish digging my hole in the backyard (it's so Rob can plant trees. I can tell you this, it is not fun when they're doing construction just beyond you're backyard in you get coverd in dust from the creepy pedofiles.) and then yeah. Go to the grocery store with mum and try to explain more of what I feel so she doesn't jump to conclusions.
And my last thought that creeps me out considerably.
I was pretty much asleep yesterday afternoon, and my Mum said she had to stand by my bed to make sure I was breathing. And though it's a creepy though, I wouldn't kill myself. Psh, I'm too afraid of death to do that.
Anyways, I wrote this for you Hales cause you told me to write more, so I am.
Love ya <3 (I still think that looks rather disturbing.)