I'm gonna punch you in the ovary, that's what I'm gonna do. A straight shot. Right to the babymaker.
Quote courtesy of Ron Burgundy:
My friend kristi and I did a shoot not too long ago. with a company called darkmoon photography. rikk, the photographer, has a deviant art site that he posts most of the pics on them. none of ours (mine) have been posted yet, but ones newer then ours (mind) have been.. I guess they weren't as good as I thought. I realize that I'm not that great to look at, and I'm considered overweight, but some of the girls in his other shots were heavier then me and not hot at all.... so I don't understand. my feelings are really hurt. I'm slightly disappointed, well actually, very disappointed... heartbroken, you could say. okay, never mind, I just found out from Kristi's b/bf that those weren't the pics from the most recent shoot. Still slightly disappointed, slightly heartbroken, but not as much as before.
you know what I want? I want to be able to tell my Papaw that I love him. He's a "tough guy" that has a reputation to uphold. I have to force him to hug me, to force him basically to talk to me. One day he will be gone, and it'll be too late. Too late to tell him the things I have wanted to tell him all my life. I'm crying now, wondering why...
my mom hates me..... she yells at me... I don't do anything, and then she wonders why I cry.
I know I'm not perfect... but she acts like I am such a terrible person, like she doesn't nothing wrong.
I know, I'm a terrible person, but why can't she just leave me alone? If she wouldn't expect so much from me, then I wouldn't disappoint her.
this quote from "a Christmas story" sums up mine and my mother's relationship:
me being mother
my mother being Mr. Parker
Mr. Parker: Where's the glue?
Mother: We're out of glue.
Mr. Parker: You used up all the glue on purpose!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I work too much... I'm stressed.... I'm crazy.....
what more would someone want???
school's starting soon, I can't wait ::sarcasms::
can't wait for those anxiety attacks to begin.
I just found out that the new girl that they hired at the drugstore makes 25 cents more then me.. I've been working there for 3 and 1/2 years. that made me cry, too. I cry so much now, I hate it. I guess my meds aren't working, but I'm not willing to change them. I cannot, absolutely cannot, afford to gain anymore weight with the changing of medication. I'd rather be crazy. It's not too bad, I guess....
My friend kristi and I did a shoot not too long ago. with a company called darkmoon photography. rikk, the photographer, has a deviant art site that he posts most of the pics on them. none of ours (mine) have been posted yet, but ones newer then ours (mind) have been.. I guess they weren't as good as I thought. I realize that I'm not that great to look at, and I'm considered overweight, but some of the girls in his other shots were heavier then me and not hot at all.... so I don't understand. my feelings are really hurt. I'm slightly disappointed, well actually, very disappointed... heartbroken, you could say. okay, never mind, I just found out from Kristi's b/bf that those weren't the pics from the most recent shoot. Still slightly disappointed, slightly heartbroken, but not as much as before.
you know what I want? I want to be able to tell my Papaw that I love him. He's a "tough guy" that has a reputation to uphold. I have to force him to hug me, to force him basically to talk to me. One day he will be gone, and it'll be too late. Too late to tell him the things I have wanted to tell him all my life. I'm crying now, wondering why...
my mom hates me..... she yells at me... I don't do anything, and then she wonders why I cry.
I know I'm not perfect... but she acts like I am such a terrible person, like she doesn't nothing wrong.
I know, I'm a terrible person, but why can't she just leave me alone? If she wouldn't expect so much from me, then I wouldn't disappoint her.
this quote from "a Christmas story" sums up mine and my mother's relationship:
me being mother
my mother being Mr. Parker
Mr. Parker: Where's the glue?
Mother: We're out of glue.
Mr. Parker: You used up all the glue on purpose!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I work too much... I'm stressed.... I'm crazy.....
what more would someone want???
school's starting soon, I can't wait ::sarcasms::
can't wait for those anxiety attacks to begin.
I just found out that the new girl that they hired at the drugstore makes 25 cents more then me.. I've been working there for 3 and 1/2 years. that made me cry, too. I cry so much now, I hate it. I guess my meds aren't working, but I'm not willing to change them. I cannot, absolutely cannot, afford to gain anymore weight with the changing of medication. I'd rather be crazy. It's not too bad, I guess....