I'm gonna update for real and let everyone in my life that actually gives a shit know what's going on, because people keep asking and I think they're getting worried
( Read more... )
Somehow I never pictured you losing a job due to drugs (or a drug related incident, whatever.) Maybe because I managed to be such a fuckup and never ger fired for all the shit I did. I guess in my head I pictured you as the "better" (i.e. thinner, smarter, funnier, more attractive version) me.
C'mon, Bean. You were the one who always had it all together- two parents, dinner every night, a nice house, a computer, internet, the boys who didn't have some obvious major defect, colorguard, the clothes, the hair... you even made it to college on time and skipped the semi-mandatory fast food employment.
Point is, you've always rocked.
Or rather, "danced your way through life".
(even if you did dance yourself straight into your own personal hell, shake it off and rhumba around. You'll make it through.
i guess this comment isn't really necessary because it's a little late but i felt like leaving it anyway and not to cause drama (trust me lol) just to clear some things up...i stopped talking to you (but you also stopped talking to me) because that day we talked online and on the phone things seemed semi-okay...well, as okay as they can be in that kind of situation, i guess. then i hear you're making entries about it and writting things in your profile so i thought it seemed pretty obvious you hated me and i thought the best thing to do was to let it be. another thing, the bullshit that caused us to stop talking wasn't really between christina, you, and i (although, yes, we can all be bitches. that is completely true). it was more between you and i because we BOTH did things we shouldn't have. i'm not going to pretend i'm an angel. what i did that was wrong was i handled the situation wrong and i told you that and said i was sorry. as lame as it is, that's all i really can do because i can't go back in time and change what happened.
( ... )
i know and i think everyone was just angry when it all happened and everyone took sides. i guess that's why christina felt involved. i was not trying to ruin your life, although i know it seemed that way. like i said, i didn't know what to do when everything was happening and listened to everyone else instead of myself...but now the damage has been done so i guess there's nothing you and i can do but maybe talk about it at some point, like you said.
this is the last time i am ever saying this, cause ive said it already. i know it's hard not to take the spotlight and be like 'look she did it too'.... but its NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT The whole pot-calling-kettle-black thing. please never compare yourself to me. and that's all im gonna say. for the sake of livejournal.
I'll compare myself to you all I want. To be honest, I think you're worse than me. Because at least I admit when I'm being mean to people. And I actually live in reality.
That does sound bitchy, because it's meant to. Go call your boyfriend and have him yell at me. You're good at that.
he was actually calling to talk to meghan and wanted to know if you were there for privacy. but he panicked and ended up yelling at you. i had no idea until after it was all done. so yeah. i had nothing to do with that. and i know im mean. but im mean to the people who dont matter in my life cause i can be. and i live in reality. but my reality happens to be awesome. so sue me.
Too bad your awesome reality is about how selfish and demanding you can be and how much you can have your boyfriend spend on you, Miss "Anything Less Than a Three Karat Engagement Ring Is Unacceptable." That's not reality, especially when your boyfriend's a mechanic without a degree. We call that materialism.
Comments 25
Reply
Somehow I never pictured you losing a job due to drugs (or a drug related incident, whatever.) Maybe because I managed to be such a fuckup and never ger fired for all the shit I did. I guess in my head I pictured you as the "better" (i.e. thinner, smarter, funnier, more attractive version) me.
C'mon, Bean. You were the one who always had it all together- two parents, dinner every night, a nice house, a computer, internet, the boys who didn't have some obvious major defect, colorguard, the clothes, the hair... you even made it to college on time and skipped the semi-mandatory fast food employment.
Point is, you've always rocked.
Or rather, "danced your way through life".
(even if you did dance yourself straight into your own personal hell, shake it off and rhumba around. You'll make it through.
Reply
I fucked up without you, Miss Meghan Leigh. Where've you been?
Reply
'Cuz I'm game..
(And I've even learned to admit it when I'm wrong.)
I miss thee, Bean.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
that might sound bitchy.
i'm ok with that.
Reply
That does sound bitchy, because it's meant to.
Go call your boyfriend and have him yell at me. You're good at that.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment