Listening to: Puddle of Mudd-Drift & Die
Feeling: defeated
*sigh*
irksome was the party...and the party was irksome.
*shrugs*
I'm sure that I won't care tomorrow. Or maybe I will.
oh well.
This has happened....lets see *rubs chin*..................how many times before?
..................you would think that I would be pretty much used to it by now. It's to freaking bad I'm not. I'm not used to having things that I care about taken away from me.
As you can obviously see, things didn't go exactly the way I kinda hoped they would. Plans/ideas were ruined and well..........honestly I felt like buying a machine gun and letting a couple rounds on certain someone's.
-It's too bad I'm çivil and all that crap.-
-It's too bad I'm not a ç®iminål.-
-It's too bad I don't believe in mu®de®ing people or something.-
-It's too bad that I actually have mø®åls.-
Maybe that's what keeps me going at times like this when it sincerely seems like I'm never going to get anything I want..no matter how freaking hard I work for it. I know that eventually it will come..but I just wish that she would BÅÇK †HE HEÇK ØFF so that they could happen a little sooner for me.
I've waited a long time for something like this.
I've sat by patiently while everyone paired off (I'm not meaning that rude at all, so don't get all offended and crap) and did the "dating scene" .
I've waited for my turn..and now it's come and she's taking it away.
LA DEE FREAKING DA!
s.c.r.e.w. y.o.u. hope killer. I hope you rot in hell. [well sorta] [well, with the way I'm feeling right now you can rot in hell]
*sighs* *blinks*
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