Listening to: Paradise - Vanessa Carlton
So I'm re-doing this entry.
Funny how walking around Wal-Mart with your music turned up loud can change your day.
So I was fine.
But not really anymore.
The phone won't ring and I'm losing my internet next week, because I have to get fucking PROOF that my marks went up.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT?!?!?!?!?
I'm so frustrated with everything right now.
And I hate crying.
I hate it even more because I've learned how to do it silently. So no one can hear.
No one ever hears.
God, I sound so fucking emo, its not funny.
I hate myself.
I need to talk to someone who doesn't hate me.
Yeah, that number of people?
Getting smaller by the day.
And all of them have the inability to pick up THE FUCKING PHONE!
And today started out with the best wakeup.
I feel better.
Hmm....I should write Rach an email...Stupid Florida. I wanna go to Florida and sit on the beach and listen to music and watch the waves.
No wait. That's Myrtle Beach.
OH! And California(Sam won't let me call it Cali v.v)
I need a job. And my iPod back. >< What the hell, stupid Best Buy.
Prepare Best Buy, for you are about to be harrased like you have never been harassed before!!!
Zee edit, part zwei
Wow. German and French. FRENGLIAM!
I'm editing again to adress the following comment:
Two things. An IP starting with 68 is always hanging around the site as a guest(Which is dumb, cause guests can't post no more) But I guess its pretty common.
Oh em gee, let me remove the knife from my heart, where you have wounded me so deeply.
I'm sorry, but out of all the names i have been called, bitch is least hurtful. Hell, I call MYSELF a bitch. I'm starting to take pride it in.
Can't even sign your name?
Afraid of a comeback?
Bring it darlin'.
Cause its on.