today really sucked.
i woke up smothering in a bundle of wool blankets. waking to my paranoid ranting. get up. go there. deal with it. fix it. fix it. fix it. scream. cry. sleep.
sleeeeeeep. sleep. sleep some more.
i can't though, of course . i am on fire. dreaming of drowning in flames.
like. everyday. this week. OH GOD.
i can sleep when i'm dead!
tomorrow i am going to the pharmacy to buy the test. i know everyone says i freak out every month. i know i am a stress case and will probably die at the age of 35 from a heart attack. drinking, partying, sex, screaming, laughing, waiting tables, vanity, pride. sloth, lust, wrath, envy, gluttony, greed and acting a fool, it's all a daily routine. i am a big fan.
yet, i am not yet 21 and i feel i am slowing down fast. yet, at the same time, gaining speed.
i am happy i am sad i am in love i am sooooo smart. oh sure right ok fag.
yeah so earlier rachel and i went over the mr and mrs cuntface's to get the rest of the shit i wanted. i left the rest of it there. let them clean that shit. they''ll never recieve any sort of courtesy from me again.
fffuuuuuuccckkkk youuuuu. twoface!
how incredibly petty and pointless.
thanks, best friend.
besides that neverending dramatic middle school shit, my credit has crashed, there's a chance of a lawsuit, my car could potentially get repossed, my relationship with him is going in a direction i'm unsure of, and oh, thers's that whole pregnancy thing.
(him)>>>> really confused about this one...
am i a bad girlfriend?
confused. guilty. hurt.
happy 21st! yeah right. fuck you.
artfag!
i woke up smothering in a bundle of wool blankets. waking to my paranoid ranting. get up. go there. deal with it. fix it. fix it. fix it. scream. cry. sleep.
sleeeeeeep. sleep. sleep some more.
i can't though, of course . i am on fire. dreaming of drowning in flames.
like. everyday. this week. OH GOD.
i can sleep when i'm dead!
tomorrow i am going to the pharmacy to buy the test. i know everyone says i freak out every month. i know i am a stress case and will probably die at the age of 35 from a heart attack. drinking, partying, sex, screaming, laughing, waiting tables, vanity, pride. sloth, lust, wrath, envy, gluttony, greed and acting a fool, it's all a daily routine. i am a big fan.
yet, i am not yet 21 and i feel i am slowing down fast. yet, at the same time, gaining speed.
i am happy i am sad i am in love i am sooooo smart. oh sure right ok fag.
yeah so earlier rachel and i went over the mr and mrs cuntface's to get the rest of the shit i wanted. i left the rest of it there. let them clean that shit. they''ll never recieve any sort of courtesy from me again.
fffuuuuuuccckkkk youuuuu. twoface!
how incredibly petty and pointless.
thanks, best friend.
besides that neverending dramatic middle school shit, my credit has crashed, there's a chance of a lawsuit, my car could potentially get repossed, my relationship with him is going in a direction i'm unsure of, and oh, thers's that whole pregnancy thing.
(him)>>>> really confused about this one...
am i a bad girlfriend?
confused. guilty. hurt.
happy 21st! yeah right. fuck you.
artfag!