I can't believe I lost the best thing that's ever happened to me, twice. I wish I had the guts to stand outside of your house holding a boom box above my head. I heard that U2 song on the radio today as I was driving, you know, the one on the CD my Mom bought you for Christmas, the one we sat in the car and screamed at the top of our lungs, waiting ( Read more... )

I've really been so unhappy and angry lately. I have this constant boulder on my chest and all I want to do is be free from it. I wish I could write eloquently so I wouldn't sound so young and pathetic, but I guess that's what I am. Young. Pathetic. Angry. Hurt. I'm tired of making phone calls. I'm tired of feeling unwanted. I'm tired of feeling ( Read more... )

I can't decide which are more stupid, high school kids, or college kids.

(you're) kill(ing) me.

I am not really happy with how things are going lately. I'm trying to go about things differently, I'm trying for a lot but I feel it's just not working. Maybe time is what's needed but I'm impatient and want things corrected now. Maybe it's not meant to happen, I've been feeling like most of this is a waste, but at the same time I feel like that's ( Read more... )

I don't really know what always brings me back here. I don't know why I don't feel like this is just another form of exploiting my life onto the internet. Maybe it's because livejournal is pretty much a thing of the past and no one goes on here anymore? I don't know if it's because it's easier to type than it is to write in a real journal. I don't ( Read more... )

"You'll just have to make it up to me somehow..." What the FUCK does that mean? Creepo flirting slut. Hmmm let me stick it in your ass?

Fuck this. & fuck that. I am pissed. Next time I want someone to come home I'll fucking write them a letter or something, so they won't try to read between lines that aren't there. Fuck your history. & fuck the past. Couldn't we all bring up shit about everyone we know? Everyone's "history". P.S. How is one supposed to change themselves when a ( Read more... )

I'm talking to Shannon about DQ. I guess our boss went crazy. I'm even scared writing this on here because I'm afraid she'll find out that I called her crazy.. I wonder if this is a phase like the DQ camera scare of '06. I'm honestly frightened to go back to work on Friday. Why do I always get the crazy ass bosses. I know I've only had two jobs but ( Read more... )

Looking for drugs in a southern town, I've got this red right hand that points me south.