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I don't have a whole lot to say right now.
I lost my other best friend. If I didn't have scar tissue from the first one going, I don't think I would be functioning. I can't lose anyone else... I'm walking a fine line on edge as it is.
My knuckles are all scraped and fucked up. Canvas punching bags and poor taping will do that.
My neck and shoulders hurt constantly. And I whine about it. Constantly.
I moved to a 7-4 shift at work to get my old supervisor back so my misery will not cause me to lose my job. Things are looking up already. And fuck off, I'm not answering my phone late at night when I have to be up for work at 5.
I'm sick of going to shows. I want to see the live music and not deal with the crowd around me or half the people playing. I would be tempted to say maybe I need a new scene, some new music for the elitest asshole... But there is only one scene in this forsaken state, and the whole thing is fucking toxic.
But I definitely need new bands to go see.
PS- Your shit is getting old. If you regret what you did, thats your problem. Not mine. You were the worst betrayal of the decade, darling. I don't forgive, but I will forget you.
No depth. No real content. Being mistrustful isn't entirely helping much of anything right now. But being mistrustful also ruins my desire to discuss anything on a public forum.
The Anesthesia show Sunday night was AMAZING. One finger salute to anyone that didn't show up.... for the last band, at least.
Oh, yeah. The next person to blow me off when I want to hang out and have a real fucking conversation, may get a verbal lobotomy. I'm sick of playing nice, and wondering if any of you are real goddamn friends. I get a boyfriend, and no one wants to chill. Shallow, kids, real fuckin' shallow. Good to know where everyone stands with this.
Woo. Gonna go watch Killer Klowns from Outer Space now. By myself. Assholes.
sidenote: Yes, I'm exhausted and tired and more than a little bit selfish and grumpy. Fuck off- you're the one reading my bitch zone journal.
I lost my other best friend. If I didn't have scar tissue from the first one going, I don't think I would be functioning. I can't lose anyone else... I'm walking a fine line on edge as it is.
My knuckles are all scraped and fucked up. Canvas punching bags and poor taping will do that.
My neck and shoulders hurt constantly. And I whine about it. Constantly.
I moved to a 7-4 shift at work to get my old supervisor back so my misery will not cause me to lose my job. Things are looking up already. And fuck off, I'm not answering my phone late at night when I have to be up for work at 5.
I'm sick of going to shows. I want to see the live music and not deal with the crowd around me or half the people playing. I would be tempted to say maybe I need a new scene, some new music for the elitest asshole... But there is only one scene in this forsaken state, and the whole thing is fucking toxic.
But I definitely need new bands to go see.
PS- Your shit is getting old. If you regret what you did, thats your problem. Not mine. You were the worst betrayal of the decade, darling. I don't forgive, but I will forget you.
No depth. No real content. Being mistrustful isn't entirely helping much of anything right now. But being mistrustful also ruins my desire to discuss anything on a public forum.
The Anesthesia show Sunday night was AMAZING. One finger salute to anyone that didn't show up.... for the last band, at least.
Oh, yeah. The next person to blow me off when I want to hang out and have a real fucking conversation, may get a verbal lobotomy. I'm sick of playing nice, and wondering if any of you are real goddamn friends. I get a boyfriend, and no one wants to chill. Shallow, kids, real fuckin' shallow. Good to know where everyone stands with this.
Woo. Gonna go watch Killer Klowns from Outer Space now. By myself. Assholes.
sidenote: Yes, I'm exhausted and tired and more than a little bit selfish and grumpy. Fuck off- you're the one reading my bitch zone journal.