You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Tuesday, February 27, 2007 |
| Worried (but 200th post!) |
I'm so worried about a friend back home right now. She's one of the few I've kept, but obviously not well enough. (sound's like i should have press n' sealed her, awkward) I just hear that she's having a hard time coping with life and doesn't know how to balance herself. She's always been easily strayed, but I assumed it was a phase that she could grow out of. I guess not. I just don't know what to do. I know I can help pull her out of this but I feel like we are worlds away right now, and I just haven't got the time to be going to Ottawa, and I don't think she can cut out partying to come see me. Ugh.
Happy 200th post, Nadia! You're an awful person. |
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| Monday, February 26, 2007 |
| dark blue |
my throat is killing me. and my ear. that's right, just when we thought god was done hating me he goes and does this, again. i think its much worse this time.
so, it seems to me as if i have become a convenient friend, again. well, that sucks.
i have been listening to the most digustingly emo music lately. oh, and i don't mean a-lot-of-make-up-wearing-tight-girl-jeans-strutting-emo. No, no: true emo. I'm talking about Dashboard Confessional, The Format, Something Corporate, Jack's Mannequin... anything where acoustic guitars and tears come into play. It's sickly satisfying.
i know it's stll really early, but I think I'm gonna go to bed now. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 7:21 PM |
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| Saturday, February 24, 2007 |
| Rushing |
All day yesterday. It took all day yesterday for me to figure out that I'm notorious for rushing in to things. Then what do I do: rush into something. And now I'm here thinking it through. Thinking it through, let me tell you, is much worse. I'm afraid of calling and rushing into it all, but I'm afraid of doing nothing, never seeing him again and regreting my stupidity. God, I'm 32 flavours of stupid this year. Thank god I've learned to keep my wits about me, drunk or not.
I don't make any sense, do I? I'm sorry. I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, except the rock is a male and the hard place is the same. I'm sorry, I suffer from mental retardation. And I think I'm still drunk. Fuck. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 2:15 PM |
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| Tuesday, February 13, 2007 |
| what the hell is wrong with you people? |
There is a Facebook group dedicated to a bully from high school who died last year entitled "You are so missed Lindsey".
That is one steaming load of shit.
That girl made many lives miserable through out high school and I'm willing to bet elementary school too. Now, she never did anything against me specifically, but I had friends who were scared to go to school. I had friends who would rather die than wake up and see her. She tortured, tormented, and brutalized so many people, and bullied her own friends into doing the same.
Now, I must admit, the death of someone so young (being just a year older than I) is sad, but in all honesty, it was her own fault. She was drunk, her friends were drunk, they were stupid and drove. People need to stop putting her up as some sort of martyr that died so that all of us may realize the error of our ways and correct ourselves, because we all know that won't happen. Have her friends learned from that? No, they still go out and get absolutely shit-faced and drive home. They are in the Valley and that's what you do there. Also, there, you don't learn from mistakes. In fact, you don't learn at all.
It is just very frustrating to see all these people say such lovely things about such a horrible person. Every single one of them is a liar. Fuck, people are so god damn retarded.Labels: fuck ya'll |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 10:00 AM |
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| Tuesday, February 06, 2007 |
| uncomfortable |
my pants are cold. and wet. this isn't a pleasent feeling. i hate the dryers in this building.
we are such vain friends. we know nothing. |
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| Thursday, February 01, 2007 |
| a message to my throat |
| Stop being a motherfucker. I swear to fucking god, if I wake up tomorrow in the middle of the night in pain, gasping for air, again, I will fucking rip you out myself. It's bad enough that the doctors are idiodic (sorry, residents) , I don't need you piling on the fucing hate. |
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