i may or may not have passed away.
i can't believe i MISSED a ST. PATRICK'S DAY post! grah. burn it all.
anyway. sooooooo. yeah, nothing's happened. much.
_ my bloodlust for Craig still rages
_ i went to mick's house friday and spent the night. me loves that girl good. i miss my new richmond friends like, way much
_ one of my friends is now mad at me because i complain. i. me. complain. too much. it's hard to complain when i'm rendered speechless, actually. the audacity. does that sound drama-queenish and big-headed? who the fuck cares
_ my mom thinks the cause of my bad mood is that my room is a mess. either her apathy or her ignorance blinds me, but i don't know which it is.
_ (here's why i think my friend thinks i'm complaining) my depression has gotten so bad that i am in physical pain. = my back, neck, and joints hurt almost all the time. i'm also increasingly apathetic, irratable, and sad; eating almost nothing; and sleeping more than usual. i don't complain about this shit, though. in fact i only tell people what's going on when they ask. then i drop it. the thing is i (have put myself in) or (just am in) the position where aparently me having a bad day is illegal. i am a leaning post for a lot of my friends. i'm not endorsing myself or regretting this fact. i am also blessed with a very good life. i won't dare deny that. but the other side of the coin involves depression, and parents who even when informed don't seem to give a flying fuck. so now when i go into school considerably less than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, i am simply by existing, aparently, "moping," "playing the 'woe is me' game," and "complaining."
oops. sorry. i let you guys know how i feel. my bad. *sigh* i've been trying my best.
don't mind me. i'm busy being treated differently for not changing a thing and hating it. the whole being cantankerous thing will pass in a few days. after all, sadie's is friday. which means a hot date with mclane. and depending on if she falls asleep first, a fine piece of New Richmondite ass. XD
anyway. sooooooo. yeah, nothing's happened. much.
_ my bloodlust for Craig still rages
_ i went to mick's house friday and spent the night. me loves that girl good. i miss my new richmond friends like, way much
_ one of my friends is now mad at me because i complain. i. me. complain. too much. it's hard to complain when i'm rendered speechless, actually. the audacity. does that sound drama-queenish and big-headed? who the fuck cares
_ my mom thinks the cause of my bad mood is that my room is a mess. either her apathy or her ignorance blinds me, but i don't know which it is.
_ (here's why i think my friend thinks i'm complaining) my depression has gotten so bad that i am in physical pain. = my back, neck, and joints hurt almost all the time. i'm also increasingly apathetic, irratable, and sad; eating almost nothing; and sleeping more than usual. i don't complain about this shit, though. in fact i only tell people what's going on when they ask. then i drop it. the thing is i (have put myself in) or (just am in) the position where aparently me having a bad day is illegal. i am a leaning post for a lot of my friends. i'm not endorsing myself or regretting this fact. i am also blessed with a very good life. i won't dare deny that. but the other side of the coin involves depression, and parents who even when informed don't seem to give a flying fuck. so now when i go into school considerably less than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, i am simply by existing, aparently, "moping," "playing the 'woe is me' game," and "complaining."
oops. sorry. i let you guys know how i feel. my bad. *sigh* i've been trying my best.
don't mind me. i'm busy being treated differently for not changing a thing and hating it. the whole being cantankerous thing will pass in a few days. after all, sadie's is friday. which means a hot date with mclane. and depending on if she falls asleep first, a fine piece of New Richmondite ass. XD