Today I am so horrified it's hardly funny. I had to almost kill myself over 13 times just to get the image of Heather J. and Reginald talking to ALLISON 'The Bitch' BRADSHAW out of my head. They were my best friends. Now I hate them. I don't need this pathetic shit, I have too much X-Men fanfiction to finish to deal with that. Right now I'm listening to Blink-182 and all it's doing is making me more horrified. Reginald can go blow a goat for all I care. I feel like I am completely one against the world, and dressed only in gray tattered rags. I'm gonna IM Jess and see if she wants to go to the mall before I have to call my therapist again.
mydogfarted:
I meant illness. 