set me free, your heaven's a lie
wow, what a week of shocks. heath ledger is deceased. may he rest in peace.
and now my budding relationship with frank is also deceased. he wants me to hate him. to hurt him. and i just can't. but i give up trying to keep him. its too much shit to deal with. his friends hate me, without ever even talking to me. i catch hell and catch hell and catch hell and get very little by way of any sweetness. sure i got some poetry and nice words, but that was 2 weeks ago. tha past two weeks have been nothing but utter hell. confusion and hell. first its ziggy bitching me out for loving the bastard long distance. then its frank telling me hes lost in gods only knows where. then he says he's moving, have a nice life, i still love you, we're not breaking up. then its ziggy telling me i'm fake, and can't write, and i only write cuz frank does (all of which is utter bollocks). now its frank flat out admitting to trying to make me hate him and we are so over. so now we are, cuz i'm sick of the shit and the drama. this makes engagement strike-out number three. wow, i'm three for three on that one. kinda makes me feel like a loser. but i know i'm not. i have friends, and i have family, and i have my coven....
oh, right, me and ash are the coven. we are vampires, and i am teaching her to be a witch. but only the white stuff, cuz i don't do black. (so no, i'm not gonna curse frank. or sam. or jason....) don't laugh! this is all very valid life choices here! psy vamps are more common than you think. (not sanguine-blood drinkers. psy vamps thrive on life force.) so yeah, together we defy any man or boy to try and hurt us. we like plotting evil. give us an excuse.
and now my budding relationship with frank is also deceased. he wants me to hate him. to hurt him. and i just can't. but i give up trying to keep him. its too much shit to deal with. his friends hate me, without ever even talking to me. i catch hell and catch hell and catch hell and get very little by way of any sweetness. sure i got some poetry and nice words, but that was 2 weeks ago. tha past two weeks have been nothing but utter hell. confusion and hell. first its ziggy bitching me out for loving the bastard long distance. then its frank telling me hes lost in gods only knows where. then he says he's moving, have a nice life, i still love you, we're not breaking up. then its ziggy telling me i'm fake, and can't write, and i only write cuz frank does (all of which is utter bollocks). now its frank flat out admitting to trying to make me hate him and we are so over. so now we are, cuz i'm sick of the shit and the drama. this makes engagement strike-out number three. wow, i'm three for three on that one. kinda makes me feel like a loser. but i know i'm not. i have friends, and i have family, and i have my coven....
oh, right, me and ash are the coven. we are vampires, and i am teaching her to be a witch. but only the white stuff, cuz i don't do black. (so no, i'm not gonna curse frank. or sam. or jason....) don't laugh! this is all very valid life choices here! psy vamps are more common than you think. (not sanguine-blood drinkers. psy vamps thrive on life force.) so yeah, together we defy any man or boy to try and hurt us. we like plotting evil. give us an excuse.