For Chris
Thank God I'm not a stupid little Live Journal girl. This is the day in the life of a typical LiveJournalGirl. Sit in class all day and think about if anyone commented on last night's post. Run home from my highschool and get onto the computer. Check on friends pages. Comment on some entries. All my friends have Livejournal, the one that I got into an argument with at lunch today posts an entry about me, saying how I'm immature, but never explicitly naming my name. I know it's about me, so I write an equally mean spirited post about her, again, never mentioning names. Do my homework and complain to friends online about homework. Hey! Idea! I'll stand around with a digital camera and take a million pictures of myself, upload them to photobucket.com and post them on my 'lj.' That way, all of my internet friends can tell me how gorgeous I am, and how if they lived near me we would surely date. This makes me happy because I am a huge fucking loser. Maybe I'll even take pictures and manipulate them on photoshop. I'll post these in a seperate entry though, so everyone can tell me how artsy and creative I am. Maybe I'll try out for a rating community tonight. My friend just knocked on the door and asked if I wanted to come out and play basketball, but I told him I'm too busy, I'm waiting for the boy I like to come back from being away. I check his away message about 80 times, even though it says the same thing every time I check. In his profile is a quote from a song about being in love. Could it be about me? I think about this for awhile. I think I'll write about him in Livejournal. Maybe a cryptic poem? Sure. I think my poetry is good, I am so artsy. I think I'll write another poem too, but this time about how I am so depressed. My therapist says I am. I take Zoloft and I still cry all of the time. I think it's because I live in a nice house in the suburbs. Maybe it's because I've never had anything bad happen to me in my life besides maybe my parents getting divorced. I really think I'm so depressed because just no one understands me. Especially my parents. God, I'm so misunderstood and tormented. All I want to do is get out of suburbia. Why oh why did you put me on this earth God?
That is a day in the life of LiveJournalGirl.
I found a prime example, and that isaddict_requiem. It's really too pathetic for me to get into, but I will post some of her poetry. I feel as thought it will speak for itself.
Hey you made me throw up a little.
I feel so sick.
I just wanna curl up and die.
Pills wont fix this.
Yet i keep on taking them.
.
I need a haircut.
.
I might watch this movie.
Dont know what its about.
About to find out.
Faith in Chaos ?
anyone?
no one?
Alright.
It gets better.
You love me.
You dont say forever.
Things arent diffrent between us.
Why does it feel that way.
Maybe when i see you.
I will see things diffrently.
Right now I feel...
Off gaurd.
Odd.
Even though it shouldent effect me.
Becuase i dont know if I see forever.
Either.
I just want this to last.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Less than 3.
Close yet far..
Even better.
shortly before she left the house.
and turned the heat down to 68.
no wonder i couldent fucking sleep.
chewewd off some pride in her.
cant go to dennys anymore as far as i know.
well... i can go there.
i just cant smoke there.
she was on such a rampage yesterday.
she went up there *saposidly* after she dropped me off.
and told them im a minor.
whatever.
she still thinks im on coke.
she thinks im on heroin.
never tried either.
Im a power switch to you.
Whenever you dont want me.
You flick me off.
body hurts.
heart hurts.
coughing.
sneezing.
bleeding.
what do you do.
when one person has control over your whole life?
That is a day in the life of LiveJournalGirl.
I found a prime example, and that isaddict_requiem. It's really too pathetic for me to get into, but I will post some of her poetry. I feel as thought it will speak for itself.
Hey you made me throw up a little.
I feel so sick.
I just wanna curl up and die.
Pills wont fix this.
Yet i keep on taking them.
.
I need a haircut.
.
I might watch this movie.
Dont know what its about.
About to find out.
Faith in Chaos ?
anyone?
no one?
Alright.
It gets better.
You love me.
You dont say forever.
Things arent diffrent between us.
Why does it feel that way.
Maybe when i see you.
I will see things diffrently.
Right now I feel...
Off gaurd.
Odd.
Even though it shouldent effect me.
Becuase i dont know if I see forever.
Either.
I just want this to last.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Less than 3.
Close yet far..
Even better.
shortly before she left the house.
and turned the heat down to 68.
no wonder i couldent fucking sleep.
chewewd off some pride in her.
cant go to dennys anymore as far as i know.
well... i can go there.
i just cant smoke there.
she was on such a rampage yesterday.
she went up there *saposidly* after she dropped me off.
and told them im a minor.
whatever.
she still thinks im on coke.
she thinks im on heroin.
never tried either.
Im a power switch to you.
Whenever you dont want me.
You flick me off.
body hurts.
heart hurts.
coughing.
sneezing.
bleeding.
what do you do.
when one person has control over your whole life?