Some people
I did an update on da, a new av (which is a smaller version of mine on here), new ID and some art.
People have been bitching at me this morning, and it's not brilliant either. I just found where my 'best friend' has been hiding. You know what she said?
"Oh, she is? I still stand by what I said, she should just kill herself and put us out of our misery."
She was talking about me to someone; who was also bitching that, I'm an MCR fan yet, I haven't been to a concert and I don't own a hoddie or a shirt. So, appriently, I'm a poser. I find it hilarious, she didn't know they had three albums.
My mother woke me up at the crack of dawn being a kid, and jumping on my bed. Urgh, man, why's she so excited? It's only her birthday, and I was sleeping. Man, even I don't get that hyped. I may do this year though, I don't know.
I started the sequel to my fic earlier, and, well I'm not sure if I like it. I don't know. I'm going to finish it before I post it. Maybe, I'll start another one in the mean time.
You have no idea how hard it is for me to try and stay sober at the moment, especialy when I know there's vodka in the kitchen. If that wasn't enough, people, my nan and mother, keep bitching that I need to eat. When, I eat and I don't finish... I'm just not hungry. They think I'm anorexic or something.. feh... it would probably be better, then at least I'd be happy with my size... not that it would change anything.
I think she's starting to consider download, especially when I said "Well, if I can't get a job in HMV, I'll work in Soho's, then I can get discount on clothes. Oh! But wait, I can't." Soho's is also in Shrewsbury; downstairs from HMV, actually.
I'm going crazy! I need fuckin' money, but I can't get a job in this town. I just refuse to work here. Urgh, when I'm 16 I can move, but I haven't got anywhere to go. Urgh, by this rate, I'm going to be 18 and stuck here! I already said, I'm moving out of the country once I'm 18. I hate Welshpool, I hate Wales and more I hate the fuckin' UK, no matter which part of it I go to, someone's always there to just fucking ridicule me!
I'm just so sick of everything. I just don't want to do, it, anymore but then again, one thing is just like.. keeping me here.
You'd think, someone by now would take note, that whenever I put I'm Not Okay, on I go quiet and it mean's I'm upset and that... I'm not okay, wouldn't you? But nope. I put it on all the time, yet no one ever seems to catch on.
If someone asked me straight forward if I was happy; I wouldn't lie. But, no one ever asks.
2007 was supposed to be better,
"And now, we're not even past yesterday and I'm standing over my own body".
I like quoting my own thing's I've written. Heh.
People have been bitching at me this morning, and it's not brilliant either. I just found where my 'best friend' has been hiding. You know what she said?
"Oh, she is? I still stand by what I said, she should just kill herself and put us out of our misery."
She was talking about me to someone; who was also bitching that, I'm an MCR fan yet, I haven't been to a concert and I don't own a hoddie or a shirt. So, appriently, I'm a poser. I find it hilarious, she didn't know they had three albums.
My mother woke me up at the crack of dawn being a kid, and jumping on my bed. Urgh, man, why's she so excited? It's only her birthday, and I was sleeping. Man, even I don't get that hyped. I may do this year though, I don't know.
I started the sequel to my fic earlier, and, well I'm not sure if I like it. I don't know. I'm going to finish it before I post it. Maybe, I'll start another one in the mean time.
You have no idea how hard it is for me to try and stay sober at the moment, especialy when I know there's vodka in the kitchen. If that wasn't enough, people, my nan and mother, keep bitching that I need to eat. When, I eat and I don't finish... I'm just not hungry. They think I'm anorexic or something.. feh... it would probably be better, then at least I'd be happy with my size... not that it would change anything.
I think she's starting to consider download, especially when I said "Well, if I can't get a job in HMV, I'll work in Soho's, then I can get discount on clothes. Oh! But wait, I can't." Soho's is also in Shrewsbury; downstairs from HMV, actually.
I'm going crazy! I need fuckin' money, but I can't get a job in this town. I just refuse to work here. Urgh, when I'm 16 I can move, but I haven't got anywhere to go. Urgh, by this rate, I'm going to be 18 and stuck here! I already said, I'm moving out of the country once I'm 18. I hate Welshpool, I hate Wales and more I hate the fuckin' UK, no matter which part of it I go to, someone's always there to just fucking ridicule me!
I'm just so sick of everything. I just don't want to do, it, anymore but then again, one thing is just like.. keeping me here.
You'd think, someone by now would take note, that whenever I put I'm Not Okay, on I go quiet and it mean's I'm upset and that... I'm not okay, wouldn't you? But nope. I put it on all the time, yet no one ever seems to catch on.
If someone asked me straight forward if I was happy; I wouldn't lie. But, no one ever asks.
2007 was supposed to be better,
"And now, we're not even past yesterday and I'm standing over my own body".
I like quoting my own thing's I've written. Heh.