fools in april

i dont like april fools. it just hurts too much. hey fellows lets make a day where we hurt each others feelings! i'm glad he came over and i'm glad i'm feeling numb toward the stupidity of so many. feeling numb means i dont have to feel anything...not the joy or the pain. i really dont like people right now. they hurt. i dont want to hurt. and i'm sorry if you know me, and i'm writing this. that's why i didnt want people i know to know i had this...i dont hate you, i just... i'm in one of those odd moods. i really love sitting with you, yes you, and talking and watching a movie about lesbians... i want to finish that by the way. i dont know. i just feel let down. let downs. they suck. "you should have been there amanda. if you were there i wouldnt have done anything." what the fuck? this is how i translate that: "i did something stupid amanda, so i'm blaming your absense on it." that fucking hurts. like...poking me in the eye with a pin, but i dont feel it...yet. i'm sick of the let downs.
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April fools was horrible. I was humiliated three times, and in the stupidest way. It really is childish to have a day where nothing is believable, even the national news. You dont know how many times I had to question if the Pope fiasco was real...but about the library. Its perfect and a table in the back would be fine. And if its taken, we'll sit indian style.
the image of vomiting black will haunt me forever. thank you. yes yes let downs do suck.
I wish I had my stories in my book. I always could print them but that'd be alot of reading on your part. I caught up to myself tonight in my book. I write on the computer and I copied it all to the book tonight. Indian style it is.