teh fuh?

I just realized a strange pattern with my relationships

1. Hung out mostly at her house
2. Lasted a week
3. Hung out mostly at my house
4. Lasted a week
5. Hung out mostly at her house
6. Lasted a week
7. Hung out mostly at my house

This is my high school relationships, mind you...but isn't that strange? I certainly thought so...boggled the crap out of my mind.

Fuck, buddy

this is basically a concise version of what kirara367 wrote, so don't bitch to me about the length. So, Liz came over at like 6 after I called and we sort of hung out. We just sat on the couch the way we usually do and every time I heard a car door I kind of jumped, thinking it was my mom. I really am overly paranoid because I know she won't even be back for another hour at least, but...eh. So, we sat there and we watched Evolution. That's a really odd movie. Then we watched TV. There was Buffy, then...crap...then SNL, and it was good times. So after SNL I was like "blah...sleepy..." So we went to bed after much sitting there and Liz being all "not sleepy! Nyeh nyeh nyeh!" I went to sleep fairly quickly (and Liz, you're right. I do have a hell of a lot of will power, but I also have a seriously over active concience), but she appearantly just sat there awake...okay, whatever. We got up at around 8 which is really way to early and I wish I had waited a bit longer, but again, I'm paranoid and was afraid my mom would come home at any moment. Stupid paranoia. There was much sitting...and hugging and kissing...and then boredom, so we watched cartoons. Afterwards we just fell asleep in eachothers arms. I like that, it's a very comforting feeling. So we woke up and then she was all "quit being boring!" and I tried but I don't know what to do. Frankly I'm just a miserable failure when it comes to relationships and doing things right, but I tried my damndest. That's probably what the main problem is with me...I don't know how to function in a relationship and maintain it and make it happy, so that's probabbly why things fizzle, die, and blow up in my face. So, that's all from me.

Tori! Pay attention!

Tori, my dear friend, I need to get a definate yes or no from you because this whole thing needs to be done and my mom's being a freak and like "what's the deal?" and I'm like "I don't know!" and then there's confusion and explosions and death and...sorry, so, whenever you read this please please please please please tell me so I can know...thank you.

Fuck you

Go away. Just go away. Go away go away go away. Shut up. Fuck you. I don't give a shit. It's your fucking problem. Hey, thanks for yelling at me like it's my fucking issue. Yes, your life sucks. No, nobody helps you. Yes, I feel bad for you. No, there's really nothing I can do about. You know what? I'm sorry. Yes, that I can say. Seriously, though. Shut up. I don't fucking care. I have my own fucking problems without you yelling at me for the one little tiny ass fucking thing that I didn't do. It could be a lot worse. At least I'm not selling drugs or pimping women or robbing banks or killing people. Yes, I wear dark clothes. Yes, I'm depressed. Yes, I have emotional problems, too. Your matches won't light? Whoopity fucking do. My friend died. Most of my friends don't care about me or they never did. Why? Fuck if I know. But that's fine by me. If they're going to be assholes for no reason what so ever and refrain from contacting me, fine. That's their fucking problem. And so are your problems. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I don't care. Bite me. Quit putting this crap on my fucking shoulders. Just go away and leave me alone. It's not my problem. My problems aren't yours. I don't make you put up with my shit so just leave me alone. I'm sorry your cat ran out. I'm sorry your bread is dried. That is such little shit in the big scheme of things. Just...shut up. If you want to piss and moan do it on your own time where I don't have to listen to it.