love songs are soooo inappropriate.
yes, I'm spamming, and I do apologize, but I'll try and make it short and sweet.
-I did not die.
-I did, however, get the (metaphorical) shit beaten out of me.
-I will never understand what it is about boys and their need to BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ANYTHING THAT WILL FACE THEM, FUCKING GOD IS IT REALLY THAT DIFFICULT TO RESTRAIN YOURSELVES FROM KILLING EACH OTHER.
- I did get props because of my getting the shit beaten out of me, which was nice, but at the time I'm afraid my 'thank you' was short and curt and strained because if I thought or talked about how it went I knew I was going to lose any hold I had on my tear ducts.
-I learned that yes, my tear ducts still work. Oh joy.
Ugh. that was really frustrating. I need to stop taking everything the wrong way, because when I do that I get really frustrated and start hating myself.
I might just have enough energy left in me to power a medium-sized lightbulb for about 5 minutes.
/end half-hearted rant
-I did not die.
-I did, however, get the (metaphorical) shit beaten out of me.
-I will never understand what it is about boys and their need to BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ANYTHING THAT WILL FACE THEM, FUCKING GOD IS IT REALLY THAT DIFFICULT TO RESTRAIN YOURSELVES FROM KILLING EACH OTHER.
- I did get props because of my getting the shit beaten out of me, which was nice, but at the time I'm afraid my 'thank you' was short and curt and strained because if I thought or talked about how it went I knew I was going to lose any hold I had on my tear ducts.
-I learned that yes, my tear ducts still work. Oh joy.
Ugh. that was really frustrating. I need to stop taking everything the wrong way, because when I do that I get really frustrated and start hating myself.
I might just have enough energy left in me to power a medium-sized lightbulb for about 5 minutes.
/end half-hearted rant