Jul 10, 2010 14:37
long time- but heres the thing: I SOUND LIKE A BROKEN RECORD!
fuckin a, jackie b, WHAT THE FUCK?!
dear jackie:
after reading some stuff that was from 3 years ago, even just two years ago, i see that you have made no progress at all. NOT AT ALL. sure, you cut your hair off- but it didnt really change a thing.
Jackie, you must stop relying on anyone or anyTHING other than your self. you are the only one that has ever been there for yourself. too bad you treat your Self like SHIT. its a love hate relationship... but just hug it out? i dunno.
i just keep hearing the same complaints- teh same excuses- the same goddamn everything!
what is it going to take for you to take charge?
what is it goin to take to actually FINALLY make the necessary changes in your life so that you can actually live?
suck it up- you always talk about being so tough- so SUCK IT UP
get it over with.
get on with it, move on
MOVE UP
if you keep doing this shit, i swear to god, you really should just kill yourself by your next birthday. "im 23 now but will i ever see 24 the way things are goin i dunno!" yeahhhh coolio, yeah.
listen man, seriously, nothing GOOD ever came without it being HARD. im mean come on, if life is such a dick, doesnt that just make sense?! hahahah!
honestly, do you need a perscription? i dunno! help. help! help? i think you have everything you need to help you inside you. you just have to look inside. dont shut out the world. just close your eyes, and breathe. look for the light in teh dark. i miss you
seriously, you have 6 months. this love hate relationship you have with yourself, should just be love. you are the only one you have had to count on, comeon and you cant even love yourself/? wtf?! hug it out- do what ever it takes- just get ont eh ball because you are becoming your worst nightmare: a LOSER!
this seriously is your last chance: if you blow it, youre done. you can reach the stars if you would let yourself, but you can only reap what you sow so GET TO SEWING! hahaha. puns. i love em.
anyway, good luck.
for death stares you in the face.
...spit in his eye