You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Sunday, April 29, 2007 |
| snide |
| Ugh, I can't even read your blog anymore. I care very little about your sex life and if I have to read one more thing about the two of you I'm going to have to take you off my friends list. Seriously. By all means, write what you want, that's what it's meant for. I just don't care. When I have something personal like that to say I block it, so that it's still written but I don't have to submit my friends to the torture. My stomach is turning, and I really don't want to taste sweet potato fries again, no matter how delicious they were going down. |
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| Saturday, April 28, 2007 |
| is may here yet? |
I just heard a hilarious song. First of May by Jonathon Coulton. So funny. Just listen to the words.
I think I'm having allergic reactions to the outdoors. But I don't know what I'm allergic too. All I know is my eyes are itchy/sore and I'm having some sort of sick reaction (that I havent had in forever) on my hands. Not fun. |
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| Wednesday, April 18, 2007 |
| over-worried? |
I'm worried about a friend. What's new?
I've always been a little worried about him, but I think right now I'm worried because he's worried. He's really not doing well, but no ones knows. I don't get why he tells me. He clearly doesn't care when people ask about it, yet he won't tell people how frightened he is. Technically he's not telling me how frightened he is either, but I can tell.
I wish I could be better comfort, but it's really hard when you can't find alone time. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:00 AM |
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| Saturday, April 14, 2007 |
| Dear Life, |
Fuck you, I'm getting drunk.
(nooner, anyone?)Labels: life update |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 12:34 PM |
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| Friday, April 13, 2007 |
| this is more than just a dance hall drug |
so i'm kinda freaking:
-french exam in less than 12 hours. i am so fucked.
-my room is a disgusting mess.
-there are 3 temperatures in my room, cold, hot, and really fucking hot.
-i havent bought my tickets for Brand New or Hellogoodbye yet.
-i may end up going alone to Hellogoodbye. dammit.
-school is almost done and i still don't have a job.
well, im fucked.
1:30AM EDIT
I am now really fucking pissed. my exam is at 9 fucking AM and there are douchebags outside my window who insist on yelling, smoking, and playing shitty music. I swear to god, if I hear the words "yo, man" one more time I am going to hurt somebody.
Urge to kill rising.
Labels: dick head |
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| Wednesday, April 11, 2007 |
| huh.... |
| and this is exactly why i think, scratch that, know we won't talk once we leave school. |
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| Tuesday, April 10, 2007 |
| maybe it's just talk |
| Think what you want to, but I know that I am really fucking pretty. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:21 AM |
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| Sunday, April 08, 2007 |
| i just realized something |
| once we leave school we are never going to speak again, are we? |
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| Saturday, April 07, 2007 |
| die young and save yourself |
1 - i hate that i trusted you so much and now i don't even feel comfortable telling you things. you make me feel stupid. but i know im not the stupid one. i'm done telling you things.
2 - where there are issues to be had with me just say em. i hate things not being the open, and the lot of you are notorious for it.
3 - i need you like water in my lungs.
2 - i didn't know you all felt that way. but i'm not sorry.
4 - you try so hard. but im sorry, i wont open up to you. you just dont understand, you are too young to understand.
1 - you are a liar.
3 - sometimes i want a lil water in my lungs. you help me drown. thank you. this is not sarcastic.
5 - i never realized how bad you hurt me without doing a single thing.
5 - sometimes i wonder if you try like i do.
3 - i want to know if you're telling the truth.
6 - how long til you start talking? i give it a week.
1 - the more i find out who you are, the more you disgust me.
2 - im sorry i make you all uncomfortable.
3 - you leave me wondering. wondering so many things. |
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| Friday, April 06, 2007 |
| what the fuck is wrong with you people |
once again, another reason why I hate Glendon. Gossip spreads like crazy, people are over dramatic, and no one can be expected to tell me the truth.
thank you Glendon for another shitty mood. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 6:22 PM |
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| Thursday, April 05, 2007 |
| And ya know what's weird... |
he has come to every show I've been in. I believe he has missed one of Koi-San, but none of Live Chat. Not a single one of my friends have done that... excluding Becca because she's on lights and Brynn because she's calling the show.
Huh. Interesting. |
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| Tuesday, April 03, 2007 |
| I've got your voice on tape |
I wish I knew what was going on. I'm kind of lost in my own mind and self-inflicted problems.
Sorry, I just feel like writing. I have this strong urge to just write and write and write some more. I don't have a topic, hell, I don't even have a point.
I have all these fabulous plans for next year and this summer but when it all comes down to it I think I'm going to be very lonely. But, really, how is that different from this year? I mean why else do I write a play about a lonely awkward person. Not because it's about my friend, no, it in fact was not modeled after who everyone thinks it is. He is just my interpretation of lonliness that got lucky.
I feel like emptying myself through words. It sounds stupid but I know I'll feel refreshed. I guess it's time to start up the paper journal again. The personal one. The pathetic one.
I hope I can find something this summer to push away these feelings. Or someone. Even if it was just an unconditional summer friend. Just for the summer. I hate admitting it, but I'm jealous of everyone else. I'm jealous that everyone seeks out my friends, I seek out my friends, but how come I am not sought after? Everyone has people without worry. I just don't feel connected to anyone. But when I do feel connected, the problem is they don't want to be or try not to be connected to me. I feel when people push me away, but if they enjoy my company why do they push away?
I hate that I am not worth anyones time.
Time to switch to paper. This is too much. |
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| I think it's funny when I tell guys that my vagina is bleeding. Labels: for the LOLZ |
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