So alright.
Today's Christmas.
Merry fucking Christmas. Today, was a great day with my family, but I've had a terrible fucknig day. I was in a great mood earlier. Later on, I've been tore apart. No-body reads this journal, so I feel comfortable on here with not only but a few souls reading my anger. I'm so fucking pissed off, and I'm so fucking depressed at the same time. I'm feeling some comfort, since I just found some herb under my desk. Not enough to get me a super duper high like I want, but enoguh to give me a comfortable buzz.
But right now, I am still fucking hurt, to which why she would want to hurt me? Why? If I've spilt my feelings out to her, why would she want to destroy me into an oblivian? Is it bad enough my friend just passed away the other day? Or is just because I need new friends? I'm re considering this whole friendship thing with certain people. Fuck them, and fuck you too.
Merry fucking Christmas to you all. And a big fuck you. Just because I'm moving, people are changing their friendships with me. People are making distance away from me, whom I love to death. I understand they don't want to hurt as bad when I move, but why the fuck are you taking away my happiness. I don't want to live in a realm of torture the last few weeks I'm living in this state. Fuck them.
On a lighter note, I got a super sweet guitar.
Fender Strat in which I'm the only one who owns it in this color.
My two babies
Fuck you.