A friend at work today was trying her best to delve into my personal demons. I didn't much care for it. I was in a decent mood, and then we started talking, and she said she was thinking about me the other day, about how I need to love myself before I can love another. Stuff about me pushing everything deep down inside, preferring to let it fester instead of heal. WHATEVER. I was like "You don't know what you're talking about" and she mentioned how I never want to talk about my dad, who died in 98. What does she expect me to do? Sit there and reminisce about the good times when all I can think about are the bad times? Anyway, my good mood was turned on its head. But I'm good now. I just didn't know where all that was coming from. Why she had to suddenly try and figure me out. Why do people think it's there job to work out all of your problems when you didn't ask them? Huh.
Edit: Just finished watching House of The Dead. I must say this is most likely the WORST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN.
I was disgusted at the sheer waste of film and time and money this crapfest took from me and the people who worked on it. I want to build a time machine and go back and reclaim my hour and a half. Thank you. That is all.
Edit: Just finished watching House of The Dead. I must say this is most likely the WORST MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN.
I was disgusted at the sheer waste of film and time and money this crapfest took from me and the people who worked on it. I want to build a time machine and go back and reclaim my hour and a half. Thank you. That is all.
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anyway, I know what you mean..my father died about a year ago. i had a professor who knew he'd died, and gave us an assignment, writing about an event that changed our lives, and he actually told me i should re-write mine to be about my father, because it'd be "more personal." fuck that..it's not the only thing in my life that matters, and frankly, who is he to TELL me what has changed me and what hasn't?
-Blush