i hate me. im basically cuntilicious (its a word, even if firefox spell check says its not) im mean to people and i drink too much. and then i type. and type and type some more. and say dreadful things to people. You know what. this and my last blog, basically about how drunk i've been lately. thats a little bit sad. you know whats even more sad.. being drunk enough to eat a microwave burger. Ick. im going to sleep now. I may blog tomorrow, when im not off my tits and fresh out of a crit which didn't go so well, because, well, my work sucked. I hate having to present work that sucks. I worked hard on it but had a bunch of problems and well, it just sucked. Im really sorry too, because I have messaged precisely no one who commented my blog or texted me. I could say i have problems, but actually, im just still dealing with problems I've had for a while. Oh well, one of these times im going to sort my self out and meet someone and have a fucking great time with them. Until them, I'll be vomiting in a city near you. (hi, im one of those girls you used to think you could fix, but now you know better, because you're all older than me and over that part in yr life where you can't find yr own ass with a map. you lucky cunts.)
Night night.
xx
Night night.
xx
Actually that last bit in the brackets is very observent of you, cos, yes i have partly passed that part of my life, yes i was a bit like you then (tho' not a drinker), just plain lost.
So if you notice others have passed what you're going through that means you see that it is only temporary. Yes it takes a long lime, just try and go with the flow of things. In many ways a headache is caused by repeatedly banging your head against a wall. if things are a certain way, try to let them be that way, this world isn't malleable - i think it's the only way; tho' not easy at the best of times.
Relax.
no1 dreams of fixing me anymore either, they just dont realise that i'm broken