i'm sick of feeling the need to rant.
i'll be honest, i'm pretty drunk right nwo. and i'm ok with that. i htink if i weren't, i'd probably break stuff. or maybe break me. The english phrase "just friends" once again proved its superiority voer me tonight. I say the phrase "just Friends" is a dirty, fitlty coward and deserves to eb shot like the yellow dog it is. or maybe i deserve to be shot. i don't know anymore. things were so good for awhile. so ok. thought things were gonna turn out and i was going to be ok. well, if there is a christian god, and i seriously doubt that, he hates me. and i guess i'm kinda ok with that at this point. fuck him. thats right, fuck your god. i'm just sick of breathing. i'm sick of being smart. i'm sick of not caring. i'm sick of caring. i'm sick of girls and their stupid cowardly bullshit, i'm sick of lying, of being lied to. i'm sick of being told to watch my fucking mouth. i'm sick of wanting something i obviously can't have. i'm sick of feeling better abotu the world everytime i see a girl smile. i'm sick of the fact that i can't feel better, and because of that, i'm sick that i can't at least have some sort of vengance against my enemies. i'm sick of being infamous. i'm sick of being.
my store manager, who i like a great deal, has decided to leave my store to pursue other things. for her, i am happy, she is a good person and should be doing what she enjoys. but it probably means i will be leaving my store, if not blockbuster all together. i'm sick of that too.
my store manager, who i like a great deal, has decided to leave my store to pursue other things. for her, i am happy, she is a good person and should be doing what she enjoys. but it probably means i will be leaving my store, if not blockbuster all together. i'm sick of that too.