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Wow. You know how sometimes you start hanging out with someone you like, then you get to know that person more and you start to like them more, but after a while that person just won't give you any space or leave you the fuck alone when you ask them to. That is what I am going through. I wake up. he's there, I come home from work, he's there, I get out of the shower, he's there, everyfuckingwhere! I do not want this crap all of the time, so here's my biggest problem, I can't get this person to leave me alone, even when I say "look, I need more space, I'd really like to be alone today" It does absolutely nothing to change the situation at hand. I guess he just thinks I wanna get laid or something. Well, no thanks, I haven't been laid since Brad and It's pretty easy to live without it. Maybe if I met someone that I could actually stand to be around for more than five minutes at a time I would think about it, but at the rate I've been going I won't let myself get "laid" by anyone. Tis a lonely life I lead, but ohhh so lovely is the lonesome breeze up here.
O.k. change the subject. I got drunk by myself last night after I spoke with Bradley. Sometimes, that time, I just thought it might not be so bad, but after consuming a 40oz and 3 beers(3 beers with salmon on the label) I guess the true spirit of my depression came out of hiding. I ended up crying myself to sleep and I woke up this morning with Gardettos squashed up all over myself and my bed. Oh well, things can only go up from here. So I wake up, brush the crumbs away from my chest and I think to myself "I wish I had someone to tell this to", but I quickly come to the realization that no one really wants to hear this story from me and that I would later just type it on my live journal and annoy some people. Well, actually, I suppose the only person that reads this is probably Matt, so Matt, I apologize for ranting about my night of sorrows.
Another change of the subject: Today there shall be much aggravation, for my sister will take my sorry ass to le mall because she quote "want's to make you look better" and I'm thinking " why,in my jeans and t-shirt I feel quite good actually. I don't believe I could ever look better." It's gonna be fun to be drug around and forced to try on little shirts and....things. I can't wait to she what she buys me. Oh yeah, it's for my birthday which already happend months ago.
O.k. I suppose nothing for me is really getting any better though I try to convince people otherwise. When you have to start comepletely over with nothing and nobody silence seems to be my only friend.
Well anyways, I 've created some pictures that I conjured up last night before my crying fit and I'll send them to my only friends soon. At least they appriciate me and my talents.
Bye...
P.S. I got high, like five minutes ago. I'm cool.
O.k. change the subject. I got drunk by myself last night after I spoke with Bradley. Sometimes, that time, I just thought it might not be so bad, but after consuming a 40oz and 3 beers(3 beers with salmon on the label) I guess the true spirit of my depression came out of hiding. I ended up crying myself to sleep and I woke up this morning with Gardettos squashed up all over myself and my bed. Oh well, things can only go up from here. So I wake up, brush the crumbs away from my chest and I think to myself "I wish I had someone to tell this to", but I quickly come to the realization that no one really wants to hear this story from me and that I would later just type it on my live journal and annoy some people. Well, actually, I suppose the only person that reads this is probably Matt, so Matt, I apologize for ranting about my night of sorrows.
Another change of the subject: Today there shall be much aggravation, for my sister will take my sorry ass to le mall because she quote "want's to make you look better" and I'm thinking " why,in my jeans and t-shirt I feel quite good actually. I don't believe I could ever look better." It's gonna be fun to be drug around and forced to try on little shirts and....things. I can't wait to she what she buys me. Oh yeah, it's for my birthday which already happend months ago.
O.k. I suppose nothing for me is really getting any better though I try to convince people otherwise. When you have to start comepletely over with nothing and nobody silence seems to be my only friend.
Well anyways, I 've created some pictures that I conjured up last night before my crying fit and I'll send them to my only friends soon. At least they appriciate me and my talents.
Bye...
P.S. I got high, like five minutes ago. I'm cool.