zarina

Some times I think that girls were invented to make me sad.
After a night of wallowing in thoughts like that but a bit more extreme and a lot more pathetic, I'm trying to ignore it all.

I'm giving up. I swear I am.

(or maybe I'm not?)

Screw dating, relationships and romantic love.
Just give me sex sex sex and some good friends and I'll survive.

Tonight I'm trying to not be bitter and am going to see a girl from the summer who upset me play. I've forgiven people over much worse matters. I have no reason to hold onto this. Bitterness will only bring you down.

If I don't survive, I only live around the corner.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to leave early, I starting to feel angry and bitter. I'll email you about the photographs......p.s. you're a fucking bitch"

ever notice how when you're angry or upset with/over/about something you just want more of it?

Maybe I'm just a bit of a masochist.

I do rather like poking my bruises. The more painful the better.

xoxo
-Zarina

Countdown to my (and Ciel's) birthday: 30 days!
Countdown to Easter: 32 days!!!!