i’m bitter. bitter-sweet on good days, but still bitter. i wish i could say today is one of those good days, but it isn’t.
I imagine the reason that people hold on to hatred so stubbornly is because if the hate is removed, the pain will sink in.
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i wish i could sleep in tomorrow. dad is waking me up at 5 to do chores and other boring things. eh. maybe i should sleep now. just maybe.
Just one more week to try to get through, then i’ll be able to do whatever. And by whatever i mean: watch movies (thank you kind strangers and torrents), read the book i’ve been dying to read, mope, roll around in my pjs all day, eat dreamsicle cake and potato chips, learn how to use my beatiful d90 aaaaaand go out and buy underwear with my two gorgeous friends. yes. PAAAAAANTY SHOOOOOOPIIIIING!!!
undead
i can’t stand the feeling of not knowing what goes inside your head, not knowing what’s going on around me and not knowing what’s going to happen. it’s driving me insane. if i don’t figure this out soon i’ll go off the deep end and i might never come back. i don’t even know if it’ll break you. as for me, i’ve long since been beaten. i want to want everyone to be happy but you’re making it so difficult. i’m too busy trying to keep my hatred from eating me up that i don’t think i have enough strength to fight this. so is this it?
