My elbow is purple.
My life is rated PG-13.
What is your life rated?
I just got back from the lake. I am covered in bruises, my muscles are so sore I can barely move, and I have many itchy mosquito bites...but I had fun and was happy I got to go.
This is starting to feel like a chore. It's like homework...I never want to do it, but once I have done it I'm glad I did. I'm also scapped for stuff to write, because I learned the hard way that being too open on here can have dire consequences....blehhhh.
Why am I so depressed...I am feeling depressed. It's like I constantly have to be around my friends to be happy. I can't tell you how sad it makes me to sit at my computer all alone. I know I just got back from a weekend with people...but not all of them were nice all the time. I want to just go do something, I dont know. I feel so effing lonely. Gaaawwwdddd what's wrong with me....I want to die.
I barely even got tan at the lake. Something I wanted...but oh well.
This wasn't suppposed to be a depressing entry...but it has turned into one. I'm a sad, stupid son of a bitch, sitting here whining and complaining.
I need to go see a movie. I don't want to wait till the drive in on Friday...that might not even work out. For reasons...which I am forbidden to say. Blah.
"I got up early and drove to Albertson's when it opened so I could buy tampons and nobody would see me."
Hahahaahahahaha. That made me chuckle.
I wish I would have gone to Wyoming.
I am going to go nurse my bruises and pull that damn sliver out of my foot. PLEASE call, I am bored and up for anything.
signed,
SS RR LL