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Today, Silvia took me to Hot Topic. I hate the mall. Its so full of uselessitity. Nice word. Its great. I got this ticket that said 'Dont @$!# with Scorpios!' Silvia thought it was really cool considering that she cant stand scorpios because they are suck "bitches". I dont know...I consider myself as a bitch some of the time. Only people dont really see it in me. Hmm. "Im a good girl, I am. Im a good girl." Anyway, Its was all good. Then, we went into Torrid. That place was the total shiznit. It was great. Its my goal to have my house look like that when I move out into bigger possibilities. It was so Medieval.(if thats how you spell it) Silvia tried on this black shirt with silver chains. It looked so great on her. She's beautiful.
Then, we went on a road trip, sord of. We went to go look for Whoopi Goldberg's house. Well, with our luck, we didnt find it. I saw a bunch of mopeds. Weird.
My parents and my two little sisters are going to Mexico next weekend. I didnt want to go. I dont like to visit family. Too much drama...whos doing what. I prefer them coming to to vegas.
I saw Ricardo and Alex the girl. And I saw Dussel. Weird. He gave me a hug. I thought the gay man didnt like me. Whatever. I saw a few people. I made them all Christmas cards with a picture.
I have this problem. Once again, with this problem. Well, once again, I dont talk about it to anybody. I guess this is the only place I can talk, persay, about my problem. Its there everyday. I cant stop thinking about 'it'. Im such a loser. I can even admit on my livejournal in which I...only read. Whatever, I'll just keep talking about it as if somebody cares. Well, yeah, its there when i sleep, when I wake up. When, Im alone. And sometimes when I just think of it because Im obsessed. Its exactly that. Its an obsession. It seems as if nobody can understand it. It can enrage certain people. Well, not "enrage"...what a word. But, I guess, bug people. I faced my problem. And, I only witnessed that I was deeply, down-right insane and FUCKING crazy. I just dont want to go all the way. It kinda scares me. Im not supposed to feel this way. Im not, but, its TAKING OVER ME.
Then, we went on a road trip, sord of. We went to go look for Whoopi Goldberg's house. Well, with our luck, we didnt find it. I saw a bunch of mopeds. Weird.
My parents and my two little sisters are going to Mexico next weekend. I didnt want to go. I dont like to visit family. Too much drama...whos doing what. I prefer them coming to to vegas.
I saw Ricardo and Alex the girl. And I saw Dussel. Weird. He gave me a hug. I thought the gay man didnt like me. Whatever. I saw a few people. I made them all Christmas cards with a picture.
I have this problem. Once again, with this problem. Well, once again, I dont talk about it to anybody. I guess this is the only place I can talk, persay, about my problem. Its there everyday. I cant stop thinking about 'it'. Im such a loser. I can even admit on my livejournal in which I...only read. Whatever, I'll just keep talking about it as if somebody cares. Well, yeah, its there when i sleep, when I wake up. When, Im alone. And sometimes when I just think of it because Im obsessed. Its exactly that. Its an obsession. It seems as if nobody can understand it. It can enrage certain people. Well, not "enrage"...what a word. But, I guess, bug people. I faced my problem. And, I only witnessed that I was deeply, down-right insane and FUCKING crazy. I just dont want to go all the way. It kinda scares me. Im not supposed to feel this way. Im not, but, its TAKING OVER ME.