depression and blonde hair
i am so terribly bored. im updating again.
no, im not updating again. im fucking retarded.
i was tuning up my acoustic and my e popped off and slashed the top of my right hand. it was a big mark, but its smaller now. it bled and it hurt like fuck. i am offically afraid of guitars.
i want to add some more colors to my hair. im sick of the black already. its boring. and decieving. i think it would look nice with some light brown highlights or some color not found in nature. anything. and i want my hair cut again. because i want it shorter. im pissed i got my bangs cut because they are always in my face now, and thats just annoying.
my hand really really hurts. and when i came downstairs to make my daddy get me a bandaid, my brother starts freaking out about AIDS/HIV. what the hell are they teaching kids in 3rd grade? i think there some law about teaching kidd about it from kindergarden and up but i bet if i asked him hed tell me that you can get it from sex, and he so should not know about that.
what is going to happen with my little daniel starts getting calls from girls? or has his frist girlfriend, and my parents make me drive him to her house. would it be awful of me to ask to meet her and etc. im such an awesome big sister. we have that wholw add/adhd thing in common, so we can use it as excuses. and he really resembles me in a lot of ways. you cant tell us apart in baby pictures and im not sure if thats cool or not, since hes a boy and im a girl. but all babies kindof look the same. they are evil little lumps of skin that have eyes that follow you and lungs that scream out in pain from their last life.
i am not pissed off nor emotional this morning.
but, for being 9.47, i am quite awake. i wish i could sleep in. damn insomnia.
i think im going to make my journal friends only. i want to be able to say whatever i want and not worry about it being read by like a humdred people and dont even tell me 100 people dont read my journal, because i know there is.
im willing to break myself. im not afraid.
i want morgan to wake up and put those pictures on. i decided to go black and white for a lot of them so they are very artsy and beautiful i think you will enjoy them. since in adorable.
i havent listened to afi in months. i really love davey's voice. i think its because i like girl singers so much. but thats a different story...
when people say they are "emo" or call something "emo" arent they just calling it emotional? and everything is emotional. throwdowns emotional. hell, opeth is emotional. what makes one emotion better than another. sometimes, i bet its healthier to be sad than angry.
i think ill continue to make my journal public, but some entries friendsonly. so matt better get on making a username so he may view those ones.
i think his username should be mollyiscute.
because its dishonest to ignore the obvious.
im going to make a picture entry. i need a new hobby.
i speak my mind whenever i feel slighted.
no, im not updating again. im fucking retarded.
i was tuning up my acoustic and my e popped off and slashed the top of my right hand. it was a big mark, but its smaller now. it bled and it hurt like fuck. i am offically afraid of guitars.
i want to add some more colors to my hair. im sick of the black already. its boring. and decieving. i think it would look nice with some light brown highlights or some color not found in nature. anything. and i want my hair cut again. because i want it shorter. im pissed i got my bangs cut because they are always in my face now, and thats just annoying.
my hand really really hurts. and when i came downstairs to make my daddy get me a bandaid, my brother starts freaking out about AIDS/HIV. what the hell are they teaching kids in 3rd grade? i think there some law about teaching kidd about it from kindergarden and up but i bet if i asked him hed tell me that you can get it from sex, and he so should not know about that.
what is going to happen with my little daniel starts getting calls from girls? or has his frist girlfriend, and my parents make me drive him to her house. would it be awful of me to ask to meet her and etc. im such an awesome big sister. we have that wholw add/adhd thing in common, so we can use it as excuses. and he really resembles me in a lot of ways. you cant tell us apart in baby pictures and im not sure if thats cool or not, since hes a boy and im a girl. but all babies kindof look the same. they are evil little lumps of skin that have eyes that follow you and lungs that scream out in pain from their last life.
i am not pissed off nor emotional this morning.
but, for being 9.47, i am quite awake. i wish i could sleep in. damn insomnia.
i think im going to make my journal friends only. i want to be able to say whatever i want and not worry about it being read by like a humdred people and dont even tell me 100 people dont read my journal, because i know there is.
im willing to break myself. im not afraid.
i want morgan to wake up and put those pictures on. i decided to go black and white for a lot of them so they are very artsy and beautiful i think you will enjoy them. since in adorable.
i havent listened to afi in months. i really love davey's voice. i think its because i like girl singers so much. but thats a different story...
when people say they are "emo" or call something "emo" arent they just calling it emotional? and everything is emotional. throwdowns emotional. hell, opeth is emotional. what makes one emotion better than another. sometimes, i bet its healthier to be sad than angry.
i think ill continue to make my journal public, but some entries friendsonly. so matt better get on making a username so he may view those ones.
i think his username should be mollyiscute.
because its dishonest to ignore the obvious.
im going to make a picture entry. i need a new hobby.
i speak my mind whenever i feel slighted.