journals in general...
so i was going to get what they call a "deadjournal."
which i guess is supposed to be the opposite of a livejournal, but not really because it's exactly the same with a different name and darker colors. also it costs MONEY.
what kind of muffin crap is that?
some really stupid spreadable kind that's what.
why did i want a deadjournal anyway? i'll tell you why: because usually i destroy my journals. it's a wonder that this one is still alive, but that's because mostly i put stupid stuff in it and no one reads it anyway. so a deadjournal is already dead, therefore, i cannot kill it. get it? stupid i know, but i'm not getting one anyway.
now for some actual journal time concerning some small problems or maybe just one that's just THERE.
so...the point is that this certian person is driving me nuts most of the time. i have to force myself not to think of them, believe me, i'm getting better at it. BUT, they're still there, in my head. sometimes i wish they would just say, "alright so i never want to see you again." then i would be totally okay with that and maybe move forward in life, but no. i have to sit here and dangle on a string. well...i mean i don't HAVE to. i do have choices here, but me being the me that i am.
i CHOOSE to dangle.
how foolish we would both look if this were a movie.
which i guess is supposed to be the opposite of a livejournal, but not really because it's exactly the same with a different name and darker colors. also it costs MONEY.
what kind of muffin crap is that?
some really stupid spreadable kind that's what.
why did i want a deadjournal anyway? i'll tell you why: because usually i destroy my journals. it's a wonder that this one is still alive, but that's because mostly i put stupid stuff in it and no one reads it anyway. so a deadjournal is already dead, therefore, i cannot kill it. get it? stupid i know, but i'm not getting one anyway.
now for some actual journal time concerning some small problems or maybe just one that's just THERE.
so...the point is that this certian person is driving me nuts most of the time. i have to force myself not to think of them, believe me, i'm getting better at it. BUT, they're still there, in my head. sometimes i wish they would just say, "alright so i never want to see you again." then i would be totally okay with that and maybe move forward in life, but no. i have to sit here and dangle on a string. well...i mean i don't HAVE to. i do have choices here, but me being the me that i am.
i CHOOSE to dangle.
how foolish we would both look if this were a movie.