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F*CK HER, F*CK HER CLIQUEY FRIENDS, F*CK HER BULLSH*T EMPATHY... F*CK THE ENTIRE ESTABLLISHMENT, EVERYTHING SUCKS BALLS. scream
AHHHH!! ...I mean, how can she pretend nothing's wrong?? We haven't seen each other in weeks--how the F*CK is that justified?? And I'm tired of her abandonment fetish dictating my emotions. Why do I still LIKE her??
HOW can she claim to be my best friend if she can't even f*cking tell when I'm lonely as hell? Some f*cking friend she is. I'm tired of her ditching me to go hang out with L. Whorebag friend-stealing slut. Everything was fine, and then we got to highschool; why can't L just be hit by a car so life could go back to being simple, damnit?
I didn't invite her to the movies so that things could go back to the way they were... If she's going to replace me with that impossible b***h, some notice would be appreciated, that's all.
 Galbadia Hotel [Track Link]: http://gh.ffshrine.org?r=131014  Sagittarius Black · Wed Sep 19, 2007 @ 11:18pm · 0 Comments |
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Ow ow ow ow ow ow... my feet. YES, I BLAME YOU, ALLISON!! Anyways...
Trick-or-treating was fun (don't you tell me I'm too old, I'll reach through this computer and give you the bitchslapping of a lifetime.) We trekked, at first, back from my school to Allison's house, which was about 40 minutes of pure unadulterated horror in my combat boots... (NEVER AGAIN!! NEXT YEAR, IT'S TENNIS SHOES NO MATTER WHAT!!)... which made it hard to move very fast when we ate dinner in 20 minutes before heading out to the streets to trick-or-treat for 2 hours straight.
Need I remind you that I was still in my combat boots? And, oh yeah, after the first twelve houses or so I pulled both my hamstrings at the same time while standing on someone's stairs. WHAT-ARE-THE-ODDS?!! @__@;; I didn't think so.
Well, after all that I was lugging about six pounds of candy, as promised, so I suppose the pain was all worthwhile. For the most part; then, scaring the spit out of Kristine Wong every few houses (which made me laugh till I hurt, by the way) ALSO contributed to the "this isn't so bad" state of being I was in.
My feet are still in terrible pain (WHY DID HALLOWEEN HAVE TO BE ON A TUESDAY?!! IT SHOULD NEVER BE ON A TUESDAY!!), I found a blister when I took off my shoes, but I'm actually looking forward to next year. Maybe we can even throw a party, who knows?
Anyway, I'm in the middle of being shot-down by publishers for a very important project, so... 'ta! *insert grimmace-slash-smile here*
Your loving correspondant,
--Doc Centurri =)
Sagittarius Black · Wed Nov 01, 2006 @ 04:24pm · 0 Comments |
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I'm a rainbow. No. Really.
I've been thinking about submitting a poem to the Legacy (the magazine at my school) for some extra credit in Poetry. At the very least, it'd raise my grade up from a C... that teacher hates me...
Well, here it is (it's about a month old; happy birthday, poem!):
Love Unrequited
There is no feeling worse than love unrequited.
Invoking new feelings, both somber and evil
Raging emotions of hatred and longing
And scorn and desire and lust,
Of ruin, and jealousy, isolation and fever
Sadness and crying and you still care about her.
Drowning, you’re falling
The first days are the hardest and
You can’t forget about her.
The weeping and twisting and
Agonizing realization that
You can’t stay angry with her.
And you want to.
And it hurts.
And you can’t leave her behind. She still needs you.
The jerking wretchedness and the worst emotion of all:
Love.
Huh... that, or something about a bunny... recipie...
Here's the honest truth about the sad ways in which my brain functions: I've never been able to take constructive criticism to save my life. I'm right, I've always been right, and I'll always be right until the person I care about the most and whose honest opinion tops all tells me to stop being a jackass. Which she'd never do; so it's up to you.
^What should I change?^
Galbadia Hotel [Track Link]: http://gh.ffshrine.org?r=131014 Sagittarius Black · Wed Oct 25, 2006 @ 03:33am · 0 Comments |
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