I'm terribly stressed. And upset. And scared. There is a perpetual knot in my stomach, and I feel sick all the time--the nauseous kind, that is. I really don't want to wake up in the morning. If the whole world could just... not wake up again, that would be nice. That's expecting a little too much on my part, though, and is too emo for me to ( Read more... )

I'm done. I'm not going to try to be happy anymore. I'll just be lucky to make the bare minimum in life. I might as well just get through school, do my job for thirty or forty years, and die miserably and alone. At least then I won't have to deal with the bipolar emotions of selfish assholes.

It never ceases to amaze me how much my mom can piss me off.

So I tell her about how 20/20 was doing a segment on asexuality, and that they cancelled it days before it was to air and still haven't told the AVEN-guy as to why. What does she say?

"You'd better knock this asexuality stuff off if you're ever going to get married."

...>< WHAT THE ( Read more... )

Yeah, good or bad, it definitely is a start of... something ( Read more... )

Happy Valentine's Day to me.

I got some chocolate this year...

...from my dad.

I would celebrate Quirky Alone day, except there's this stipulation that you have to enjoy being alone ( Read more... )

I guess I'm going to get a MySpace. Don't know why, I hate it. It's like the new Harry Pothead and Star Wars... just one massive fad. But I'll keep happy stuff in there, if I do get one ( Read more... )

Welp, there went all my friends ( Read more... )

There's so much I wish I didn't do.

I'm a horrible person, and a hypocrite.

'Kay. I needed to update. If I don't say something, I'll never stop crying every moment I'm alone, and never stop feeling the urge to break something, be it a material item or part of myself. Most of all, I want to take that necklace, that stupid "anniversary" necklace and throw it into the dirt and stomp it until I'm too tired to stand, and ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what ( Read more... )